← Back
The robe hit the tiles. Kat stood there in a black bikini, tall and tattooed and utterly shameless, and lowered herself into the tub with a long sigh. She sat to my left. Tamsin sat to my right. Between the three of us, the water boiled.
Kat poured champagne into a glass and handed it across me to Tamsin. Her arm brushed my breast, slowly, on the way past.
“Tamsin,” she said. “You’ve been staring at us for two years. Tell me you didn’t bet on this.”
Tamsin went crimson. “Ten pounds.”
“On what?”
“On the other thing.”
Kat threw her head back and laughed, a real laugh, loud and delighted, and I realised I’d never heard it before. I’d only ever heard the smirk. Under the water, her hand found my knee, and the other found Tamsin’s. I felt Tamsin shiver beside me.
“I propose a new game,” Kat said. “No whistle. No Gareth. We’re all adults, we all say yes out loud or we stop. Dani?”
“Yes,” I said, and my voice cracked.
“Tamsin?”
“God, yes.”
Kat’s hand slid up the inside of my thigh. Tamsin’s mouth was on my shoulder. Kat looked at me, eyes dark.
“Now,” she said. “Do we help each other, or do we make it a competition?”
She was looking at me. It was my call.