Even as she walked totally naked into the natural hot springs, part of her mind remained in awe that she had dropped her clothes in front of that man. Just because she’d dreamed about him getting her off didn’t mean they’d been lovers. This level of comfort between a man and a woman only came after multiple sexual experiences together. Her behavior constituted lunacy. Yet she couldn’t stop her giggle—had she made that sound?—when she stepped into the warm waters. Her body immediately relaxed from the heated temperature of the springs and the gentle spray the bubbles let off into the air. Isyllus stood with his mouth open like a landed fish, staring at her. The anxiety that had been gone since she’d played pool earlier came rushing back, making her stomach clench. Had she misread the situation? Was there something else going on? Could he be gay? A second later, he shed his own clothes and joined her in the water.
