Lilly & Leclerc ~ [CL 16]

32. NYE

31st December 2022

"This is crazy." Cara almost gasps from beside me over the loud whirring bubbles of the hot tub. Whilst the others had opted for another half hour on the slopes, the two of us had jumped at the opportunity to make the most of the hot tub attached to Charles and I's room. I can only nod my head in agreement with Cara's words, the snow falling lightly around us, any heavier and everyone would have to quit and head back - not that it would make much of a difference, Charles promised he would be back any minute anyway. "This water's safe for me to be in right?" Cara asks pulling her hair up into a bun, the ends damp from the splashes of bubbles.

"Of course what do you me-Cara!" Her name is screeched in outrage when I understand the meaning of her words. I splash the steaming water in her direction softly, my mouth falling open in surprise and embarrassment. Cara just laughs, dragging the same sound from me as I shake my head in disbelief cheeks turning pink. Of course activities haven't remained totally PG in the Hot Tub attached to Charles and I's room, especially on that first night when we were alone here. But, we always seemed to find another location to stumble to before things got too...messy.

"What?!" Cara asks almost rhetorically faking innocence for her last comment. "I've seen you guys, you can't keep your hands off eachother." Cara smiles at me. "Nothing would surprise me with you guys." She hums and I can't help but grin at the comment. In the past I would've been mortified that someone else had noticed our magnetic chemistry and need to be close to one and other. Now, it just makes me feel giddy. I love how honestly and openly we're in love.

The cold air biting at my nose makes me curl a little further into the hot water. "Who'd have thought: Lilly in love!" Cara cheers wistfully, her eyes fluttering closed in relaxation as she playfully gasps. I can feel myself flushing with the words. Although, I completely understand what Cara means. Just seven months ago I couldn't have ever imagined romance and love like this, not for my whole life. And now I have it, with Charles. Charles who is wholly and completely mine and is obsessed with me as I am with him.

"Better be with me." A voice comes bluntly from the left. Cara and I both squeal, the squeak makes my head half dip under the water as my eyes widen. Cara looks as if she's about to have a heart attack, her face has paled as she looks to Charles. Charles who's stood half in his ski kit, his hair damp from the falling snow and a deathly smirk on his face.

"Babe!" I hiss, my heart still lurching in my chest because of his jarring entrance. Without even thinking I reach a damp hand out in his direction. The icy air hits my skin with a sharp bite, but I don't care for a second because Charles is reaching for my hand too. Instantly he locks our fingers and I'm warm all over. "Of course it's you." I croon with a grin, ignoring the teasing coo from Cara to my right. Charles doesn't care either. He's too interested in leaning down to press heavy deep kisses against my lips to pay any attention.

"Good." Charles praises me and I feel my cheeks pink. "I'm going to shower, are you joining?" He asks with a wicked wink which has me turning to jelly under his gaze. I used to make fun of him for the action, he's never quite mastered it. Now I just giggle and blush every single time - it's sickening.

Again, I see Cara's point.

"And that's my cue to go." Cara hums with a smile reaching for her towel on the side of the water. Cara removes herself from our room quickly, despite my promises that there was no need and I was happy to spend more of the late afternoon with her. She just left me with a laugh and disbelieving 'sure Lill' before disappearing to find Luke.

It led me to joining Charles, despite my promised words, something I know he was happy about when he wrapped his soapy hands around my waist and happy hum into the soft kisses pressed to my damp hair - plus the firmness of him pressing into my lower back. We make slow work of showering, teasing and touching each other until Charles has me crying out, my mewls of pressure (hopefully) muffled by the pressure of the water hitting the sleek expensive and heated tiles.