I drop my head down against his chest. "How am I going to face your family after this?"
"With your head held high and your taste still on my lips," he says with wicked satisfaction. He looks down, "and maybe more than that."
I follow his gaze, realizing with horror that the front of his dress pants is now damp with my arousal. There's no way to hide it, especially from someone like Katherine.
"Oh god, Gray." I scramble off the countertop, desperately searching for something to clean the mess.
"Don't worry about it," he says, straightening his tie and checking the mirror. "I have a plan."
He opens the door and checks the hall, gesturing for me to join him. "Come on, they'll think we'll slip out the back. I need to show you the koi pond."
I can't tell if he's joking or not, but when he offers his arm, I take it without question. He leads me out the back door and through a little garden until we come to a surprisingly detailed pond full of large, colorful fish. He leads me by the hand across an arched, Japanese-style bridge. The fish follow us from the glassy water below, probably accustomed to getting fed whenever people came by. Gray stops against the railing and pulls me close.
"We need to hurry," he murmurs, turning us both slightly so that his body shields me from view.
"What are you doing?"
"Solving the problem," he replies, his expression turning devious. "Trust me?"
"Of course."
"Good." He pulls me in by the jaw, kissing me again as he starts to rock the railing. Before I can stop him, the railing breaks and he falls over the bridge into the water.
A shocked scream rips out from my chest and I reach for him, but he's already standing up, sputtering and wiping his dripping hair out of his handsome face.
"Are you okay?" I shout, looking around frantically.
He's laughing and wading back to the shore. "I'm fine."
I help him climb back onto the bridge. "You idiot! That was crazy!"
He shakes the water out of his eyes and looks at me with a wide smile. "I've been telling Dad to get that railing fixed for years. Luckily, he's never listened to anything I say."
"Why would you do that?" I demand, but I can't help but return his grin. "What about your clothes?"
"The suit's ruined now, but I keep clothes here. It's fine." He runs his hand through his hair. "But at least no one can accuse you of getting me wet."
Shouts of alarm come from the main house as the staff runs to tell Gray's parents what just happened. "Are you sure this was a good idea?"
"We can just say we got carried away making out and I fell in. It's a good alibi for where we've been for so long and it gives me an excuse to take a quick shower. Our secret is safe. And your heat is managed at least until we get back to campus."
His words are interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind us.
"Gray, are you alright?" Harrison calls from the cobblestone sidewalk.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replies, waving his hand.
Harrison looks at the broken railing then back at Gray. "Did you...?"
"Yes."
"You're soaking wet."
"Well observed, Dad."
"Come on," Harrison sighs, offering his son a handkerchief. "I'll take Reese back to the house. You go get cleaned up."
"Thank you," Gray says, shooting me a look that promises this evening is far from over. "I'll catch up in a few minutes."
