Page 82 of The Wedding Situation Romance

“Moment of truth…” Nick says.

Reid takes a sip of wine, and then his eyes fall on me, warm and wild. Then he takes my hand in his and squeezes it gently.

“Together,” he says, and my heart changes course and catapults to the moon as I flip my board around.

Together.

“Damn,” AJ lets out.

Damn is right. Talk about a loaded question.

Cass playfully smacks Drew in the chest, mouthing, “You’re terrible.”

It was a setup. Obviously. But Reid is still holding my hand. And so I lean back in my chair, glad our turn is over, my head swirling.

* * *

“How did I miss how amazing this is?” I ask when we get back to our yurt.

“I mean, honestly, when I heard we would be staying in glorified tents, I had my doubts,” Reid agrees. “But honestly, this is pretty dope.”

And it really is. There’s an oversized bed, a mini-kitchen, a decent bathroom with a pretty good-sized shower, a fireplace and a private patio with a hot tub.

Speaking of that.

“What are you doing?” Reid asks as I rummage through my suitcase.

“I want to go in the hot tub,” I tell him. Reid comes up behind me, taking hold of my hips and standing right against me.

“So let’s go in the hot tub,” he says, his voice low and gravelly and brimming with a grin.

I giggle. “I’m grabbing my suit,” I tell him.

“Why?” he asks, still holding onto me.

“Because I need a bathing suit to go in a hot tub?” I ask the obvious.

“Says who?” he asks, and my mouth pops open. I find my bikini and smack him with it.

“Seriously,” he says, spinning me around to face me. “Why do you need a bathing suit?”

“Because there’s people out there!” I say.

“The other yurts are at least a hundred feet away. And it’s dark. And there are trees,” he says.

“You’re not actually suggesting we go skinny-dipping in the hot tub, are you?” I ask, studying his smirk. Wanting to kiss it.

“And if I am?” he asks.

I stare at him. He stares at me. And then…I toss my suit aside.

“Fine,” I smirk.

“Yeah?” he asks.

I answer by tugging away from him and slowly making my way towards the back door of the yurt, stripping down as I go, leaving a trail across the wooden floor. By the time I reach the hot tub, I am down to my panties, which I shed just before stepping inside. Reid, of course, is already naked and slips into the water after me.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” I whisper. “But it feels amazing.”