He grins. “The things we could get up to in there.”
“Remember the first time we ever had a bath together?”
He cocks a brow and an impish grin stretches across his face. “Yeah, that time your family was away camping… you had to stay behind because you had a shift at the store. I remember it well…”
I shake my head. I remember it well too. Two teenagers in love, and a bottle of strawberry scented bubble bath. “No, silly… the first bath ever. Remember when we were eight?”
His jaw drops. “Oh yeah… the tomato juice bath. How could I forget?”
We’d been playing in the bushes again, but this time we’d gotten into a rather unfortunate situation with a not-so-friendly skunk. Momma dashed to the store and bought a dozen giant cans of tomato juice. She stripped us down and threw us both in the bath together.
“God, I was mortified,” Blake says, laughing.
“Me too,” I tell him. “I didn’t want you to see me naked.”
He shoots me a wink. “How times have changed.”
“Seriously, I was traumatized… for a long time.”
He pulls me closer to him. “You’re adorable. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“All the time,” I joke, and he kisses me again.
I get lostin the gorgeous chandelier hanging over us. It sparkles and shines. My legs are tangled in his, and the water is just perfect. “Did you know… my parents used to come here to get away? This very room.”
“I don’t blame them,” he says. “You three were a bunch of misfits.”
I laugh. “Not as bad as you three.”
The Gallaghers and the Taylors. Thick as thieves, inseparable.
We’re sitting at opposite ends of the soaker tub. The faucet is quite the intricate affair; shiny chrome and multiple levers which took us about ten minutes to figure out.
“Hey, you should go grab your phone, and we should take another selfie,” he jokes. “I bet this would really get Parker going.”
I laugh. “No, I’m over that. I’ve been acting completely childish. The whole thing was stupid.”
“Well, I’m glad you finally realize that,” he teases. “But, I can’t lie… I was kind of enjoying the whole game.”
I’m honestly not sure if I’ve just realized how immature I’ve been acting, or I just don’t care to make Peter jealous anymore. Or possibly, I’m just tired of snapping pics and pretending my life is fabulous… it’s exhausting.
I stare at my feet, red tipped toes, pressed against Blake’s chest, covered in bubbles. “Do you think I’m boring?”
Blake rubs my foot. “No, I mean, you’re kind of quiet, but definitely not boring. When we were young, we always had such a good time. You were always the one with imagination, the one who made up the games.”
I smile. “Well, I’m not making up a lot of games these days,” I point out. “Peter said I wasn’t adventurous enough.”
Blake shakes his head. “What does he know? So you don’t like jumping off planes, and water skiing. Who cares? You were always a little skittish that way.”
“Well, I do value my life,” I joke. “Is that a crime?”
“Is Parker the type who goes sky diving and car racing?”
“Yeah, pretty much. He loves zip lining, parasailing, and all that crazy stuff.”
“And let me guess, he loves to post on Instagram. ‘Look at me, jumping out of a plane. Ain’t I fucking cool?’”
I laugh. “You’ve pegged him. Spot-on.”
