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A tub?Hmm. Now he’s got my attention. “Can I take a look?”
He nods. “Sure.”
And then, as if I wasn’t already embarrassed enough, Kael opens the bathroom door, and I freaking squeal like a banshee.
He jumps. “What the fuck, Jonesy?”
But I don’t answer him. Mostly because I’m totally speechless. Nowthat’sa bathtub. Though in fairness, the use of the word bathtub is an insult really because this bathtub isn’t just a bathtub at all. It’s more of a Jacuzzi with jets on each side, glossy white, and the word huge, yeah… it’s too small a word for this tub.
The bath has been deliberately positioned beneath a glass ceiling that would look absolutely incredible at night time, being that you could lie back and stare straight up at the stars.
Or the rain. The snow. Nowthatwould be stunning.
The entire bathroom is masculine and sexy. It’s sleek and sumptuous. It’s Kael.
“Come on, there’s something out the back I want to show you.”
Sienna
Kael suddenly stops cold when we step through the double french-doors at the rear of the house, and the wide sandstone and wooden deck comes into view.
It’s a mess. A huge mess.
The outdoor furniture is covered in clothes of all kinds—T-shirts and socks, discarded jeans and shoes that looked to have been kicked off and left to die wherever they landed.
The glass table in the far corner is stained with beer rings, littered with half bottles of liquor, and there’s a marble ashtray filled to the brim with soggy cigarette butts.
I don’t miss the fact that some of the cigarette butts have bright pink lipstick on them, but I swallow down the urge to stick my fingers down my throat and gag because right now, Kael’s thoughts seem so tangled up in the chaos that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“Are you alright?” I ask quietly.
He starts pacing back and forth across the deck, scraping both hands over his scalp while he walks. He inhales slowly as if he’s trying to calm himself down, or maybe he’s just trying to remember.
“I… I came up here before Christmas, right before we left to go on tour—”
“You don’t have to explain, Kael.”
He sighs, looking around the deck some more. He’s thinking hard, and then he turns his brown eyes back to me. “No, I know, but I… I just… I came up here to spend some time by myself.”
“I don’t think you were by yourself.”
Kael blinks slowly. “No. I guess not.”
I take a step closer to him, and he chews the inside of his cheek as he continues looking around the deck, his eyes snagging on the huge daybed over by the windows and the messy sheets strewn all over it, pillows lying on the deck beside it, covered in fake tan and more of the same bright pink lipstick.
Talk about tacky.
“You hungry?” he suddenly says, taking a deep breath as he turns back toward the french-doors.
“Shouldn’t we clean up first?”
“You want something to drink?”
“Kael, stop.” I stare at his broad shoulders, the deep curve of his back where it meets his slim waist. “I’m just trying to understand.”
He stops walking but doesn’t turn around. “You and me both.”
“It doesn’t mean anything, Kael.”
