The night air pressed down on the rooftop, heavy and humid, but it was nothing compared to the stifling heat trapped within the confines of hot tub. Neither of them moved. The silence now shattered by the frantic, rhythmic churning of the jets and the thunderous, synchronized drumming of two hearts that had suddenly realized they were far too close for comfort.
Sebastian was the first to bridge the gap, moving through the water with the grace of a hunter. He waded through the water slowly, deliberately, the steam curling around his body like it had been waiting for him. Droplets clung to his skin, tracing the lines of muscle that seemed unfairly sculpted, catching the dim rooftop lights in a way that made him look almost unreal.
His body radiating a heat that had nothing to do with the scalding temperature of the tub. He covered the distance between them in two purposeful strides, a dark, consuming fire dancing in his eyes a look that made Sarah's breath hitch in her throat.
