Page 29 of Wish You Were Mine
This was so wild—probably insane.
I barely knew him.
But it feltsogood.
And honestly? One of my New Year’s resolutions had been to stop overthinking everything.
To live in the moment.
And there was no moment more alive than this—wrapped up in a sexy man’s muscular arms with the snow falling around us and his mouth doing wicked things to mine.
Just as I was leaning in for more, lightning cracked overhead, lighting up the sky like a strobe light.
We both froze, lips parting, breath mingling in the steam.
Owen’s eyes met mine, wide and a little dazed. Then he looked up at the sky. “We probably shouldn’t be in the water during a lightning storm, huh?”
I let out a reluctant sigh, breathless and flushed. “You’re probably right.”
“Shame,” he murmured, eyes dropping to my mouth again. “We were just getting to the good part.”
“I know…” I whispered, his words fluttering through me like a spark before hitting low and hard, grounding me in heat and want.
Would it be too forward of me to suggest we continue this somewhere inside?
Because from the way he wasn’t making any move to climb out, I got the feeling that he might just be okay continuing the moment—possibly even risk staying out here a bit longer. But then lightning flared again, closer this time, thunder cracking in its wake.
We groaned in unison, our limbs untangling with slow reluctance. The second we climbed out, the icy air slapped against my wet skin like a punishment.
“Oh mygosh!” I gasped, instantly shivering, my teeth chattering almost as fast as my heart was racing. “Putting the hot tub cover back on really is the ultimate mood killer.”
Owen laughed, that deep, sexy chuckle that made my knees weak, even as I hopped from foot to foot. “Just hurry,” he said, grabbing one end of the cover. “You’ve got muscles, we can do it fast.”
“Fine,” I grumbled with a dramatic eye roll but couldn’t help laughing, too, as I grabbed my end. We slammed the cover into place in record time, then dashed toward the door, slipping and squealing like kids as our wet feet hit the icy deck.
I grabbed my robe from the chair I’d left it on and followed him inside, both of us breathless and laughing.
As we stepped into the warmth of the house, he paused just inside the door, water dripping down his chest, eyes still locked on mine.
“This was fun,” he said, his smile softening in a way that made my heart flutter. “I hope I’ll see you again soon.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet. “Me too.”
8
OWEN
Bashand I pushed through the front door of Ky’s beach house around ten thirty the next morning, the scent of cinnamon rolls hanging in the air. Laughter and clinking dishes echoed from the kitchen, warm and casual, like the afterglow of a really good party. But my nerves were anything but relaxed.
I hadn’t slept much. My body was still humming with leftover adrenaline from last night—the games, the snow, that kiss.Lucy.
Dang, that kiss.
My mind replayed it more times than I cared to admit. The way she’d looked at me just before our lips met—eyes soft, curious, a little breathless. How she’d melted into me like her body already knew mine. The little sound she made when my hands slid around her waist and I pulled her in tight.
I'd been trying to tell myself, ever since waking up, that it had just been a fun moment. A midnight spark in a hot tub. Nothing more.
But moments like that didn’t happen to me. Not likethat.
