Page 16 of Crash with Me

“There’s only one,” I finish.

“Is that… normal?”

“I’ve never seen a couple’s massage with only one bed.” I give a breathy laugh. “Trust a random resort in Alaska to be the first.”

“Is that… okay?”

“It doesn’t seem like we have another choice.”

“Well.” He swallows hard. “Then I guess we’d better get on it.”

So we do. It’s not quite comfortable, but also not completely awkward, for both of us to settle on the bed.

Still feeling some kind of way about the whole towel situation, I place my face in the headrest, determined to put it behind me.

“Heidi,” Seth whispers. “Can I say something?”

“You can say anything.”

“You have nothing to feel shy about.” At his words, I turn to face him and those dark, expressive eyes of his. “You’re gorgeous. Everything about you… gorgeous.”

“Everything about me is bigger than the rest of the world seems to think it should be.”

“Then the rest of the world is stupid.” His teeth scrape across his bottom lip. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met.”

“We’ve basically been together every second since we met.” I give a wry grin. “But… It's the same for me.”

“You’ve been thinking about me?” His grins at my nod. “Have you been thinking about how good it would be to kiss again?”

“Yeah.” The single word comes out breathy.

“Me too.” His head moves closer, and I lean forward too. Narrowing the distance between us. “I wonder what it would be like to kiss without any clothes on.”

I don’t speak but move toward him, my eyelids fluttering closed. His breath tickles my lips.

A loud moan rings through the air. My eyes open.

Seth’s dark brows knit together. “What the fuck was that?”

There’s another moan. This one is followed by an unmistakable. “Oh my God. Yes. YES. YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS.”

His eyes widen. “Are they… fucking?”

A giggle bubbles out of me. “Probably not.”

“Then what the hell are they doing over there?”

“They’re getting a massage.”

“And that makes them… come?”

I laugh again. “For some people, it’s a release on that level.”

“Fucking hell.” He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head. “Do you make noises like that when you’re getting a massage?”

“On their level? No.”

He visibly relaxes.

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