ILIANA’S POV
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Thinking we’d be curled up in bed after mind was a mistake. We’re in a hot tub, it’s big, and lukewarm, the heat relaxing my muscles. Drystan stands on his haunches across from me, massaging my feet as he just stares. “What made you decide to build a hot tub on the damn balcony?” My head pivots to the side, and I take in the breathtaking view of tall buildings, and most importantly, the sky and the birds flying past. My brain feels all mangled as his thumbs dig into the bottom of my feet with precise rubs. I could get used to this. “Because I’m not putting a hot tub inside,” his snort has his chest jolting. “If it rains?” my eyes scan the dark grey clouds coming this way from the other side of town, and when my gaze meets his, a smirk appears across his face. His head til
