My Land, My Rules

"Yeah," the rest of his clothes weren't very far behind that shirt, "you won't catch me ever complaining about that plan of action."

And soon enough, he was slipping into the hot tub beside Nell, draping his arms over the back and sinking in with a grateful, relaxing sort of groan.

Yup. Hot tubs really were always a good idea, and he was feeling pretty glad this was the direction the evening was taking so far.