Because it would be their last night together, Ricardo wanted it to be perfect. He’d almost given in when Carol suggested they stay in, but he wanted the staff to get things ready, and when horse riding got scratched from the list, he couldn’t come up with anything else but heading into town. The snow fight was fun, even though they were both soaked through and shivering with cold by the time they’d called a stop to it.
They’d gone straight to his bedroom for a hot shower and change, and unable to help himself, he joined Carol in the bathroom. He felt like a teenager with the promise of a first girlfriend—horny and foolish. If she’d complained, he’d have claimed he was too cold to wait for his turn, but she only made room for him before passing the sponge and giving him her back. That was
