The cool air stings my cheeks and cuts right through my clothes as I run. By the time we make it to the tub, we’re both shivering, and I send a silent plea to Stella that the hot tub is ready to go. Lifting the lid, I’m relieved to find that it is.
The steam rolls off the top of the water, and Claire and I quickly undress down to our underwear. Her soft blue lace bralette and thong bring out her eyes, and I watch, mesmerized as she climbs into the hot water.
“You coming in, Ev?” she goads, smirking.
The contrast between the cold outside and the temperature of the water makes my skin break into goosebumps as I climb in to join her.
“It’s so cold out,” she says, a shiver running through her as I settle across from her on a bench seat.
“It’s freezing, but this feels good.”
“So good,” she says, tying her hair into a high bun. She sinks under the water so that her shoulders disappear below the hot surface. “You want to come over here so we can finish what we started?” she flirts.
She has no idea how badly I want her, but I remind myself that this is about more than just some fleeting moment together. I need to convince her we could be forever.
“I thought maybe we could play a game?”
“A game?”
“Yeah, maybe get to know each other a little better.”
“I was hoping we would be doing something else,” she says.
My cock throbs, and her words threaten to put an end to me right here. Her foot reaches out, making contact with my leg, and I swallow hard, doing my best not to give in.
“I know, but this could be fun too.”
I can’t believe what I’m saying.
“Okay…uh…what did you have in mind?”
“Two truths and a lie?”
“Fine,” she agrees.
My mind shuffles through all the possible things I could tell her. The thoughts are mostly surface level things, but I know I need to dig deeper. I need to risk showing her who I really am because love isn’t surface level. It’s deep and messy, and that’s what I want with her.
“You want to go first?” I ask.
“Okay,” she grumbles and thinks for a moment. “Let’s see, when I was nine, I fell out of a tree and had to get stitches on my elbow. My favorite flower is an?—”
“Anemone,” I finish for her.
Her mouth parts. “How do you know that?”
“I remember a lot about you.”
“That’s not how you play the game. You’re supposed to wait until I’ve listed all three things.”
I chuckle. “The stitches story is true too.”
“You haven’t even heard my third thing.”
“I don’t have too. You still have a scar from it on your right arm.”
She sits up out of the water, and her fingers find the small white scar above her elbow. “How…”
“I told you I remember everything about you.”
