White steam rose from the surface of the spring. Holding a hand over it, you could feel a rush of heat.
Georgia Thorne looked happily at Elliot Sheridan as he came out. "Is this hot spring natural, or is it man-made?"
"It's natural," Elliot said with a smile. "Want to get in for a soak?"
"Yes!" Georgia nodded. She was sore all over from her fall that morning, and this would be a great way to soothe her muscles.
Georgia quickly took a shower and came out wrapped in a bath towel.
She ran right into Elliot, who was taking off his clothes. Both of them froze.
Georgia glanced at his bare torso, then pointed toward the hot spring outside. "I'll go get in first," she said softly.
Her voice was so soft and gentle, it sounded more like an invitation for him to join her.
Elliot grunted in acknowledgment, watching as Georgia scurried out before heading into the bathroom himself.
Stepping outside, the cold air made her shiver.
