Page 22 of Party Favors
Amanda nodded, evidently struck silent.
“They’re my next old year’s resolution.”
“I don’t understand,” Amanda choked out.
“I’ll race ya to ’em,” Wren said, her childhood drawl sneaking into her voice.
“What?”
“Yeah. Take off the peignoir. Or leave it on. It’s see-through anyway, so it counts.”
“I, umm … I don’t understand.”
“Come on, pretty girl. We’re going streaking.”
An array of emotions passed over Amanda’s face, from disbelief to fear, but her expression ended on thrilled.
“Yes?” Wren asked. Her insides were still all jumbled from their interrupted conversation. She’d poured out her heart for Amanda to see, and Amanda had accepted it like it was precious.
But Wren didn’t know if she could trust it. Her last major heartbreak had happened because her partners—a married couple—had moved away. They didn’t think it was serious enough to try long distance with Wren. They’d told Wren that they didn’t want to stifle her fun and carefree spirit by tying her down to something so difficult. They’d thought she was too wild and silly to even try.
Now, Amanda was telling her she wanted the live-in-the-moment Wren. The rowdy Wren, the Wren who had been rejected over and over again. And Wren was going to give it to her, but she was going to protect her heart too because she wasn’t a dumbass.
This was a vacation hookup. A tiny drop in the bucket of time before Amanda went back to being the perfect daughter and heiress, hopefully armed with a little grit to stand up for herself.
Amanda stood and untied the peignoir, letting it fall open and loose around her breasts.
“God, you’re so hot like that,” Wren said, unable to help herself. “Leave that on while we run.”
“What if someone sees us?”
“They won’t.” Wren had walked around before Amanda had arrived yesterday. Those trees were just beyond the back porch with the hot tub, which was definitely designed with privacy in mind. There was no reason anyone would be back there.
“It’ll be cold.”
“Yep. You in?”
A slow smile tripped over Amanda’s gorgeous lips. She took a deep breath, then spun on her heels and sprinted to the back door. Wren laughed and ran to catch up with her.
The back door led to the enclosed back porch, where there was another door and two steps to reach the ground. Amanda made it outside first. She hitched the skirt of the peignoir up over her elbows and glanced back over her shoulder as Wren made it down the steps.
The cold hit Wren like a sledgehammer. The breath left her lungs, and she gasped out, “Oh my fucking fuck!”
Goosebumps sprouted up all over her body as her bare feet hit the snow. She covered her boobs with her hands out of instinct because it was freezing, but her hands were little ice cubes, so she dropped them.
Amanda turned and jogged backwards, laughing like she was having the time of her life. The cold had turned her cheeks bright red, and her bare tits bounced as she moved.
Wren wished she could spend an eternity tracing Amanda’s tight nipples with her gaze, but it was too fucking cold to linger. This was an amazing idea, and it needed to be over ASAP. Wren took off toward the trees, and Amanda matched her stride. Their fingers brushed the branches of a blue spruce at the edge of the forest at the same time, and they seemed to turn back to the cottage as one.
Wren slipped when they were about twenty feet from the back door, and Amanda caught her wrist, managing to right her. Then they were running, breathless, with their hands locked. The day was as fresh as new snow. Full of infinite hope and opportunity.
They tumbled into the enclosed back porch, and Wren rushed to the hot tub. She slung the cover off, jumped in without taking her boxers off, and dunked her head to warm up her frozen ears.
Amanda slipped the peignoir off her shoulders and folded it over a chair with extra care even though she was hardcore shivering. She also took her thong off, so as she slipped into the hot tub, she looked like a naked winter goddess.
“Oh my god. It’s so nice,” Amanda groaned. She pulled a ponytail holder off her wrist and twisted her hair up into a messy bun. The steam licked around her cheeks and immediately curled the fine hair around her ears and temples.
“Yes.” Wren swanned across the hot tub until she was in Amanda’s space.
