My pulse shoots right back to where it was when I saw the article—fast and erratic.
It’s almost nine. When Matt says he’s working late, he’s usually home by eight.
“Hey,” I say, as cool as I can manage, given the chaos in my chest.
“Hey,” he says back. “You all packed for tomorrow? We have to leave at six.”
“For the most part,” I reply.
He cocks a brow, suspicious.
He always does this. As if I’m not capable of being ready for an early flight after thirty-five years on this planet.
“I’ll be ready,” I promise. “You’re home later than usual. Everything okay?”
Part of me worries he’s avoiding me, but that wouldn’t make sense. Matt wouldn’t avoid me because of a kiss. If anything, he’d lean into it.
He folds his arms, eyes narrowing, gazed fixed on me. “Yeah. Just a lot to do before we go to Switzerland.”
“Ah, the honeymoon,” I tease. “You know the offer still stands,” I add lightly, because I don’t want him thinking I’ve eventhoughtabout that kiss from earlier. “You can sleep with someone else… Switzerland seems like a convenient place to do it. Leave it there.”
He scoffs, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the ground like it’s nothing. “Fuck someone else on our honeymoon?” He shakes his head, undoing his tie. “I don’t think so.”
The tie drops.
His fingers move to his buttons, and panic squeezes its way up my throat.
His mouth curves. “If I’m fucking anyone in Switzerland, it’s you, babe.”
Jesus Christ.
My eyes are glued to his hands as he kicks off his shoes, tugs at his belt, then unzips his pants and shoves them down.
“Wh—what are you doing?” I ask, trying to cover up the shakiness in my voice.
“I’m getting in. What does it look like I’m doing?”
Holy fuck. No.
Matt can’t get in. Matt has one rule with his hot tub: the naked rule.
He’s onto his socks. He pulls them off and stands, my mouth going dry as he straightens. Confident. Cocky. A full smirk waiting to be smacked off his face.
It should be a sin to look that good.
His smirk turns into a grin as his thumbs hook the band of his boxer briefs. “Better turn around if you still plan on not sleeping together.”
I puff out a sound of disbelief. “You’re not actually?—”
He pushes them down, and I spin around. But not before catching an eyeful of Matt.
All of Matt.
Memories crash into me, uninvited but very, very welcome.
Heat floods my veins. I’d blame the hot tub, but I know better.
His chuckle carries over the jets as he gets in.
