He blushed beautifully, the steam rising from the hot water already turning his pearly skin pink. He pressed in close and planted a soft, sweet kiss against my lips. I clung to him, the water making him slippery. He reached for me in return, deepening the kiss. I wanted to drag him onto my lap, but I reluctantly pulled away with a long, contented sigh to say, “Now stop being paranoid and accompany me to a party tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” Will said.
“Yes. The season is almost over and we must indulge while it lasts. It would be an ideal debut for your new suit.”
Will smiled. “Wonderful.” Then his brow furrowed. “We must find something suitable for you to wear as well.”
I laughed and splashed water at him.
* * * *
After five hours of preparation and an uneasy carriage ride, Will and
