“And?”
I groan. “And I’m all wet, and I’m…” I blush. “And I’m not wearing a bra, and everything is going to be all… you know.”
He looks at me, and I sigh heavily.
“All see-through, okay?”
“Because your panties are all wet?”
My face turns crimson at the wolfish grin on his face.
“Look, forget it.”
Gabriel chuckles. “Alright, alright. I’ll get it for you. But only if you’re sure.”
“I’m quite sure,” I groan. “And thank you.”
He grins. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
My brow wrinkles. “Warn me about wh—” I shriek and quickly squeeze my eyes shut as he stands, revealing every freaking inch of his dripping wet, sculpted, inked, completely naked body.
“Gabriel!” I gasp. “You’re naked!”
He laughs. “Well why in the hell would I go in my own hot tub with clothes on?”
“A bathing suit?” I blanche.
He chuckles deeply. “You still want that Pepsi?”
“No thank you,” I groan through tightly shut eyes.
There’s a sloshing sound of him settling back into the water.
“You can open them.”
“Are you decent?”
“I’m naked two feet away from you in a baptism tub, Delilah,” he growls. “Not sure if that’s going to fly as ‘decent’ by any metric.”
I smile. “You know what I mean.”
“I do, but I’m thinking that might go against the spirit of this entire thing.”
I blush, but I slowly open my eyes. He is, in fact, sitting back in the water. “Meaning?”
“You want me to ‘show you sin?’” he growls. “You want me to be your damn coach for the real world out there?”
I swallow, nodding slowly.
“Then why shy away? I mean that was your shot—a guy with basically no shame willing to let you take a peek.”
I blush furiously. “Well, maybe I don’t want a peek.”
Gabriel grins. “Sure you do.”
I drop my eyes as the heat pours over me.
“At some point in life, I’m just saying, you’re gonna see a man naked.”