“Hey, if Dave can do it, I can do it.” I quickly did some animated stretches while she shook her head.
“I think you’ll drop me.”
“Ye of little faith.” I held out my arms and planted my skates solidly on the ice. “Come on, let’s do this.”
She inhaled. “Are you sure? The last thing I need is another cut on my noggin.”
“I got you. Promise.”
Laughter poured out of her. “Fine, I’m trusting you.” She skated toward me, I got hold of her waist, and boom, she was high in the sky.
“You did it!” she screeched from above.
“Of course, I did.” I lowered her until her skates hit the ground, and my hands pulled her close. “I’ve always got you.”
Her smiled faded as she looked up at me. That was the opportunity to correct my wording. To clarify that I would have her for the weekend, not always. But I couldn’t cough out the words. Instead, I stood silently, soaking her in before kissing those plump lips I was growing way too accustomed to while she wrapped her arms around my waist.
I pulled back to notice her nose was turning pink. “You’re freezing. Let’s get to the cabin.”
We hopped in the back door and kicked off our shoes while she nudged me. “I think your hot tub is yelling at me.”
“Is that so?” I walked over and lifted the lid back. “It is pretty steamy. Do you have a swimsuit?”
A sexy grin slid across her lips. “Nope.”
“Hmmm.” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. “Whatever shall we do about that?”
She started to pull up her shirt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Turn around.”
“Girl, do you remember last night? No need to be bashful.”
She wagged her finger at me. “Just turn around.”
I turned to the wall and whipped my pants off, leaving me in my boxer briefs before hopping in. “I’m not looking.” I kept my eyes closed as I heard her climb in the water.
“Okay.”
I opened my eyes to see Fern about as far away from me as she could be. She wore a shy smile, and I could only make out the top of her light pink bra, “Hi.”
“Hi.”
Her nerves were showing as she bit her lip and looked away. The thought of me making her uncomfortable twisted something, and I had to correct it. She jumped as I scooted a little closer to her. I hated the tension and couldn’t seem to utter a single word. What is wrong with you?
She cleared her throat. “So how long have you had this sporty hot tub?”
“A year or so. But wait.” I reached to the wall, flipped a switch, and twinkly lights appeared overhead as a waterfall in the corner of the tub started flowing.
“Nice.” She cleared her throat.
I looked at the clock on the wall. “Want a beer or wine?”
“Ooh, wine would be nice.”
I sprung out and to the refrigerator in the corner, grabbing a chilled bottle of something pink, and two red solo cups. Super classy.
I handed her a cup before I screwed off the lid. Mental note: never buy gas station wine again. By the time I finished filling up mine, she held out her empty cup.
“Hit me.”
