“Give me a play-by-play of your last sexual encounter with someone other than me in excruciating detail.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
His grin widened.
“You’re lucky you’re so hot,” I said.
“I know.”
When I scowled, he kissed me. I was going to end up in the water. I should never have brought it up.
I sighed dramatically after he pulled away. “Alright, Jones. Give me the dare.”
“Fuck me in the lake.”
“It’s so cold that I won’t be turned on, and you won’t be hard.”
He considered it, then nodded his agreement. “Jump in the lake with me, and we’ll have sex in the shower afterward.”
Dammit.
“If we freeze to death, it’s on you,” I warned.
“I’ll take full responsibility.”
Wyatt stood up, lifting me to my feet with him. “Ready?”
“Never.”
He laughed, scooping me into his arms and striding toward the edge of the porch.
Was he seriously going to jump off the?—
Yeah, he was.
I screamed as he launched us into the lake.
The water felt like pure ice.
But you know what?
I was starting my dream job the next day.
And I was permanently mated to the sexiest man I’d ever met, who also happened to be smart, fun, and have a great sense of humor.
I could survive a polar plunge or two.
epilogue
WYATT—THE NEXT THANKSGIVING
“If you feel awkward,just let me do the talking,” Jade murmured, as we stood in front of the door. “I’ll handle it.”
“I’m fine, Hoover.”
“I know, but if it’s weird when you see them, I?—”
I kissed her.
