Ginny folded her arms in a huff. ‘I will not.’ She went over to the window to stare outside.
Will rolled his eyes at the ceiling, then stood and grabbed his towel. ‘Okay, your turn.’
Ginny turned, perusing the pink water.
‘Come on, Ginny, get in before it gets cold.’ He raised his eyebrows at her suddenly gawping at his bare chest. ‘Can I help you with something?’
Ginny blinked hard, then turned to the bath. ‘I was just seeing if you had turned pink.’
He glanced down at his body. ‘No, but I’ll turn blue in a minute if I don’t hurry and dry off and get dressed.’
‘Don’t mind me.’
Will grinned. ‘No peeking then.’ He set about sorting himself, sitting on the edge of the bed, spending more time ridding his skin from pink fluff from the towel than anything else.
‘Stay facing that way. I’m getting undressed.’
Will concentrated on the moisturizer on the bedside cabinet. It smelled like sweet lilies and helped make his skin feel fresh and cared for.
‘I’m in now,’ said Ginny.
Will didn’t reply. He slipped his PJs on, then stood to shake out the dressing gowns to see which one was bigger.
‘They’re one size,’ said Ginny.
‘Not sure it’ll fit me. I’m still surprised you bought me one.’
‘It’s cold, we both need them, and unlike some people, I’m not selfish.’
‘How much do I owe you? Oh no, wait. I wouldn’t want to oppress you. Thanks for the gift.’
‘You can be sarcastic all you like. I’m just going to enjoy my nice hot bath.’
‘May I remind you that it was my nice hot bath a moment ago. Thank me anytime.’ He paused as he looked directly at her immersed in glittery pink liquid, make-up free, with eyes closed. A slight twitch hit the corner of his mouth, then he quickly turned back to the dressing gowns as she peeped his way.
‘Try it on. It might fit.’
Will shrugged into the garment, surprised at how warm it actually was. ‘A bit snug, but does the trick.’
Ginny giggled. ‘You look like a marshmallow.’
‘Everyone loves marshmallows.’
‘Not vegetarians.’
Will grinned. ‘You can buy vegan ones. Seen them in the shops. See, I’m still a lovable marshmallow to everyone.’
She muttered something, but he didn’t quite hear.
‘I’ll just go and see if I can help the old couple with anything.’ He slid into his slippers and headed for the door.
‘Oh, don’t mind me, alone in the bath.’
‘And what exactly might happen to you if I leave?’
‘We’re in a strange hotel, who knows where. You’ve seen the films. I could get murdered.’
Will chuckled. ‘Mr Henshaw, in the brass tub, with a walking stick. At least the blood will blend in with the water.’
