Page 14 of Crash with Me
Seth squints beside me. “Where the hell are we?”
“Not hell. Heaven.” I slide my arm through his and rest my cheek against his bicep. “This, my friend, is a magical space called the day spa.”
“Day spa?” He frowns. “Don’t tell me they’re going to slather us in mud and make us drink cucumbers.”
“My kingdom for a mud wrap and cucumber water.” I hold up the certificate the bridesmaid handed us before leaving. “But unfortunately, no, that is not our journey today.”
“Then what are we doing?”
“Today, we’re getting naked.”
His eyes widen and his gaze drops briefly—if I’m not mistaken—to my chest. “We’re doing what?”
I narrowly stifle the urge to laugh. It’s not easy. The poor guy looks like he doesn’t know whether to blush or start stripping.
“We’re getting a massage.” I hand him the certificate. “A couple’s massage.”
“Oh.” He stares down at the paper. “And you have to get naked for that?”
“It’s up to you,” a masseuse says as she strides into the room carrying a small stack of towels. “But most of our guests prefer to remove their clothing to avoid the risk of staining from the oils and lotions we use.”
Seth nods slowly. “And we get naked… together?”
“Did you want individual massages?” She frowns. “Unfortunately, we don’t have any openings for those today. And your certificate is for a couple’s massage.”
“A couple’s massage is fine,” I assure her. “He’s just a little nervous. It’s his first time at a spa.”
“Oh, yes.” She nods in understanding. “We promise we’ll be gentle with you. Now, I’ll leave you two to get more comfortable. And my colleague and I will be back in about ten minutes.”
I start to thank you, but Seth rests a hand on the small of my back, sending a tingle up and down my spine.
“Excuse me, miss,” he says, his voice low and gruff. “Do you by any chance have cucumber water?”
“We do. Would you like a glass?”
“Could you please get one for the lady?”
“Of course.”
My heart skips a beat. “You listened.”
“I’ll always listen to you.” He gives my back a final rub. “So… how does this work exactly?”
“Well.” I swallow hard, my throat thicker than it was before. “It’s like I said before. We get naked. As long as you’re comfortable. With that.”
“I’m comfortable. With that.” His dark eyes become almost pitch black. “Are you? Comfortable. With that?”
I nod, clenching my thighs together to savor the warmth building between them the longer I’m the subject of his blazing hot stare.
Heart thundering, and breath coming in short gasps, I fumble for the towels our masseuse left behind.
“Here.” I thrust one at him.
“Thanks.” He takes it. His work-calloused fingers brush against mine, sending a fresh, delicious shiver through me.
Oh dear. If I’m like this now—half nerves, half anticipation—how am I going to be once we’re both, indeed, bare as the day we were born?
“Right.” Filling my lungs and straightening my shoulders, I step behind a screen. “I’ll just get changed here.”
