"Again... you're spoiling me too much."
"You call this spoiling? I haven't even started yet."
Warm fingers wrapped around his hand and pulled him from the steamy fog of the shower into the cool, echoing space of her bedroom.
Neither bothered with towels.
They slipped, dripping and laughing, across a marble runway toward the glass doors, and he loved how she didn't hide, not for a moment.
She unlocked the sliding glass door and walked barefoot out onto the terrace.
Night wind hit them, cold and sharp.
Thankfully, before he could start to shiver, she pulled him into the warm, bubbling water of the sunken jacuzzi.
The change hit fast, like an electric shock.
Anna let out a squeal and straddled him under the swirling foam. She brushed her hair from her face with a proud little toss of her head.
"Play jazz," she commanded.
The smart home system turned on the speakers and lit up the area, making the whole scene feel almost magical.
