Kai:
Any chance you want to hang out in the hot tub with me tonight?
Ava:
You’re twisting my arm.
Kai:
Twist. Twist.
Ava:
Of course, I’m in. What’s your address?
Kai:
I’ll wait for you, and yes, that would help. It’s 444 StargazeLane.
Ava:
Are you joking with me?
Kai:
Definitely not!
Ava:
Wow! See you in 10.
Kai:
Looking forward to it.
I have ten minutes to change and to find some food. Stalking out of my kitchen, I jog up the stairs to my bedroom. Throw off all my clothes, and I slide on swim trunks.
Glancing around, this is one of the rooms that is completely finished, along with the massive bathroom. I wanted a stand-up shower and a tub I could fit in. The dark hardwood floors span across the room. I have clothes on my armchair in the corner, but I don’t have time to clean up too much. So I leave it and fix my king-sized bed. My black comforter is all clumped up on one side, pillows thrown around. This morning was a mad dash to get out of here.
With the doors leading to the balcony, she will love it up there. It overlooks the lake, and at night it’s breathtaking. I have a couple of lounge chairs, a patio couch, and a propane fire pit.
I imagine us up here with my arms around her, as she gazes out to the sky and leans up against my chest. Hope spreads through my body. Maybe she’ll want to spend more time here. A rush of disappointment washes over me. She already said she’s leaving in a month, and she doesn’t seem like a woman who will stay to ‘see how things go.’
When we touch, my heart skips a beat, and blood rushes to my cock every time. But it’s more than her touching me…It’s the way my body reacts, like a live wire. There’s a current running through me…sharp, restless, impossible to ground when she’s around. I like talking to her, and her laugh—it’s adorable when she snorts.
Taking a deep breath, I come back in and shut the doors. I stroll back to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. Staring into the cold depths of the food on the shelves, I search for something easy. I have marinated steak I made last night. Well, hopefully she likes steak; otherwise, it’s turkey roll-ups.
The doorbell rings. She’s quick. I must have been daydreaming on my balcony for longer than I thought.
I swing open the door with more enthusiasm than I wanted to show. But I’m excited to have her here.
“You made it in record time.” A smirk tugs at my lips as my eyes drag down her body and back up to meet her eyes.
“I mean, you said hot tub, and I’m all about it after the week I had,” she casually walks in with her eyes lingering on my chest. Yeah, I didn’t put on a shirt. I can see the strings of her hot pink bathing suit hanging out of her tee. And my dick jumps at the thought of her in the hot tub with a pink suit on, or rather, nothing on.
“I want to hear all about it. Have you eaten dinner yet?” I glance at my watch, and it’s already 9 p.m. “I think we’re making a habit of these late nights.”
“I guess we are, and no, I haven’t had dinner, but I’m starving.” She holds her stomach, exaggerating her hunger. Then she laughs.
