“It’s notthatcold.”
Ha, he’s way too adorable when he’s this obvious.
And it just makes you want to mess with him more.
“Yeah, nah, I think I’d better bundle up. You too, Z. I’ll find you a spare jacket.”
“I don’t need a jacket.”
You ignore him, fishing out your largest hoodie. It’s black, not that thick, and has a gold zipper up the front.
“Put this on,” you say, tossing it to him.
You’re half expecting him to tease you back, maybe to say he won’t wear it unless you wear the bikini. But to your surprise, he just does what you asked.
Though he can barely get his arms through the sleeves, the sweatshirt looks surprisingly good on him.
It’s a ladies’ style, so form-fitted that it hugs the muscles of his chest and arms more like a workout shirt than a jacket.
Well then.
You cough, looking away so he won’t see you blush. For a minute there, you almost forgot how fit he is.
“There, I put on the jacket like you wanted,” he says, folding his arms. And the sleeves are so tight, one of the seams makes an audiblepoplike the seam is about to rip. Oops. “But I’m not cold.”
Is heactuallynot cold, or is he just saying that because he’s trying to convince you it’s actually bikini weather out there?
You may never know.
Either way, you pack an overnight bag, making a mental note to grab the bikini before you head out. You know. Just in case it isn’t as cold as it looks out there.
Though…glancing at the rain beating down on the window, a part of you wonders if this was all a really bad idea.
Maybe you should have held off on your free yacht night until a less stormy time.
But it’s too late now. Might as well make the best of it!
“You finally ready?” Ziros asks as you shoulder your bag and head for the door. He’s leaning against the wall beside it, already wearing his board shorts.
Glancing down at his swimwear, you say, “I thought we’re planning to be on a boat, not in the ocean.”
He just shrugs, following you out the door.
“With you around, can’t be too prepared.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Something tells me you’ll end up in the water one way or another, and I’m going to have to fish you out.”
He says it so casually, you almost laugh. But the thought of falling off a yacht into the ocean doesn’t actually sound appealing in the slightest.
You shiver.
“Then let’s hope there’s a hot tub,” you say as you head out.
* * *
One night here will never be enough.
