"There's something that I need to tell you," Graeme said then, turning his vision from the white and purple petals still spiraling up toward the bright sky and back toward his mate. "But if this isn't a dream, then can I take you out of the hot water to somewhere cooler?"
"Are you serious?" she laughed in those enchanting chimes again. "What are you so worried about? Does this not feel like a healing hot spring to you?"
"You are so flushed and red…" his eyebrows were pinched in worry again. There was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead and pebbles of sweat that had formed above her top lip, but before he could continue his train of thought, she pulled him toward her by the neck and found his lips. His perfectly shaped full lips that moved expertly against hers, claiming her mouth and instantly seeking more as if they were only awaiting her invitation.
