Calmly, he sat in his hot tub, relaxed that the party was finally over. The last few guests were slowly making their way to the door, and he had made sure that nobody had passed out drunk. Slowly, he turned the heat up in the tub, letting his muscles relax after a long day.
She was frustrated as she hung up her phone. Her mother had gone out unexpectedly, and physically could not pick her up that night. The party had officially ended, and people were starting to leave. She should've been home by now. She made her way around the house, searching for her boyfriend, the resident of the house, who thought she had left earlier. She found him sitting in the hot tub and made her way across the stone deck towards him. The chilly November air was cold as a freezer on her bare arms and feet, as she had not bothered to put on shoes. She explained her situation to him, and asked to stay the night. He agreed eagerly, and beckoned her to join him in the hot tub. She had not brought her bathing suit, but underwear worked fine. Cautiously, she dipped her feet into the hot water of the tub, it felt boiling, as her feet were so cold, but she sunk further nonetheless. As she submerged herself in the warm water, he wrapped his hand around her shoulders, and they gazed at the stars.
