Her fantasy starts in the Jacuzzi. Canapés on the edge, pink juice sweating in the glass, Jesse Metcalfe sitting opposite her with that slow grin. She’d watch the water bead on his chest, wait for his hand to find her under the surface. No need to explain anything. Just the heat, the bubbles, the way his fingers would trace her thigh and keep going until she had to bite her lip to stay quiet. She’d let him take his time. After the pub crowd, this felt like an upgrade.
Her fantasy starts in the Jacuzzi. Canapés on the edge, pink juice sweating in the glass, Jesse Metcalfe sitting opposite her with that slow grin. She’d watch the water bead on his chest, wait for his hand to find her under the surface. No need to explain anything. Just the heat, the bubbles, the way his fingers would trace her thigh and keep going until she had to bite her lip to stay quiet. She’d let him take his time. After the pub crowd, this felt like an upgrade.