I can’t remember the last time I was in a hot tub. It is a cool spring evening, and the warmth radiating from the bubbling water feels good on my skin. Braxton feels even better on my skin as his hands explore me through the thin fabric of my bathing suit.

I’ve wanted him all day. Ever since I was able to get my mind off of the future while we sat in the garden, I’ve been craving his touch. We’ve stolen kisses, shared a few caresses, but for the most part, we’ve spent our day ...