[ He's surprised she's interested in the hot springs. But why wouldn't she be? He still remembers her giddy sense of curiosity when they'd first slipped together into that hotel Jacuzzi, back in the City. The distant memory of it -- of her skin slick and hotly alive in the burbling water, the delicious weight of her in his arms, her lips tasting sweetly of alcohol and excitement -- is dizzying. ]
[ He doesn't shake it off. Instead he lets his face alter to register a vague hint of suggestion. Or nostalgia. One or the other. Or both. ]
You can even book a private crater. Small, but completely walled off.
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[ He's surprised she's interested in the hot springs. But why wouldn't she be? He still remembers her giddy sense of curiosity when they'd first slipped together into that hotel Jacuzzi, back in the City. The distant memory of it -- of her skin slick and hotly alive in the burbling water, the delicious weight of her in his arms, her lips tasting sweetly of alcohol and excitement -- is dizzying. ]
[ He doesn't shake it off. Instead he lets his face alter to register a vague hint of suggestion. Or nostalgia. One or the other. Or both. ]
You can even book a private crater. Small, but completely walled off.