***Freya***
I had been lying in the jacuzzi for about ten minutes, eyes closed, basking in the warm, steamy haze, when the quiet sound of the door clicking shut startled me. My eyes snap open, and through the rising mist, I see Ollie standing there.
He’s wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of swim shorts, the damp air already making the fabric cling to his frame. He looks almost hesitant, but there’s something else in his expression—something unreadable.
"Hey...do you mind if I join?" he asks, voice careful as he steps closer.
I blink up at him, trying to shake the sudden awareness prickling at my skin.
"Sure, I don’t mind," I reply, watching him more closely than I probably should as he grabs the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head.
I inhale sharply.
It’s been a long t
