Betty’s POV

“You look flushed,” he said in a low voice that sounded rough in the steam-filled air.

I didn’t answer right away. My legs had already wrapped around his waist without me thinking about it, pulling him closer until our bodies pressed together under the water. His skin felt burning hot against mine, hotter than the spring itself, and I leaned in, resting my cheek against his shoulder for a moment. The scent of him mixed with the mineral water made my head spin in the best ...