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“Don’t think I agree with you there,” he said softly. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t want you.”

“Damaged goods,” I said helplessly, looking up to meet his eyes.

“If that’s what you are, then I’ll have some good company,” he said in a low voice, his eyes smoldering as they held my gaze.

I didn’t know how it was possible for one comment to shake free years of emotion from me, but sometimes, Storm seemed magic, like that. This man who’d at first seemed like he hated me to my core actuallysawme to my core, and he still wanted me.

He was still here.

“Fine,” I whispered, feeling that familiar magnetic pull toward him stronger than ever. “I’ll get in the bath with you. But you have to let me have the left side jets.”

A big, beautiful, playful smile came over his face. “What’s so great about the left side?”

“Stronger jets.”

He reached out to squeeze the side of my body. “All yours.”

His hands moved toward the sides of my jacket, pulling it off for me. He draped it over the counter beside us and then undid the buttons on my shirt, one by one. When he’d taken all my clothes off and slid down my boxer briefs, my cock was so hard that it ached.

Storm looked at it, gave it a brief squeeze, and then turned to hop in the tub.

I groaned. “Tease.”

“If I start touching you now, we’ll never get in the bath, and Ireallywant to get in this bath. Get in and I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you, I promise.”

I wasn’t going to deny him that. The two of us slowly sank into the big tub, covered in bubbles.

“Fucking perfection,” Storm said.

The tub was surrounded by tall windows at the side that looked out across the trees in my backyard. The sun had gone down, and the yard was dotted with small glowing lights.

There was a light wind, and as I glanced outside, I saw a few tiny, swirling white snowflakes in the air.

I gasped. “First snow of the season,” I said, my heart lighting up.

“No way,” he said, looking out.

“Ah. I know you hate the cold. But I love the first snow of the season.”

Storm moved closer to me in the tub, his body pushing up against the side of mine. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m a big fan of the first snow of the season when I’m seeing it like this.”

As steam rose up from the bubble bath, more and more snowflakes began to fall outside.

“How did we end up here?” I asked wistfully, barely able to process my thoughts. “In a tub together, even though we hate each other?”

He hummed.

“Emmett. You wanted to fuck me from the moment you met me.”

I paused, turning to him.

What the hell had he just said?

“No, I did not.”

Storm just sank back in the tub, bubbles surrounding him as he confidently held my gaze. “You’ve always wanted me.”

“I wanted to punch you in the face, the first few times I met you.”

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