Men everywhere: Applaud. I didn't even react. Not one gasp or shudder. I simply basked.
Basking: Another word for utter stillness when a lady is pressing against you in such an erotic way all you can do is close your eyes and smile. See also: Euphoria.
"I'm naked." Beth released her hold. My body immediately tightened in all the wrong places, and I'm ashamed to admit, I let out a pathetic whine. Or maybe it was a growl, because the next thing I knew, I was turning around and pushing her into the shower, up against the wall, and taking her like a—
Great, so not only had I frozen in a euphoric state, but I had resorted to daydreaming.
"Thanks." I saw movement out of the corner of my eye as Beth leaned back under the shower and closed her eyes.
It was like watching my own personal Pantene Pro-V commercial, only the girl was hotter and available.
But not to me.
Not in reality.
"Are you going to watch me, or are you going to get ready?" Beth said, water dripping from her face.
"Do I get a choice?" I half-pleaded.
"No, but you'll get a knee to your balls if you don't leave in five seconds. The spider's gone, you've saved the world, now take your hammer and go."
"Uh, hammer?"
"Hammer, hair dryer — same thing. Go, Thor. Go get your cape on. We have therapy."
Men. We're easy. No really, we are. She'd basically called me an Avenger, which, in my book, meant I was like two steps ahead of Iron Man, and a hell-of-a-lot better-looking.
I sported a smug grin the entire time I got ready.
****
Thanks to the water-stealing princess, I wasn't able to shower in time. And Doctor Z had specifically said that we needed to be on time. Not wanting to start off therapy on a bad foot, I took one for the team.
"It's only an hour, and then we have what the schedule states as Couple Fun Time by the pool." Beth checked her watch and handed me the map of the place.
I locked the door to our hut and turned the map sideways.
"North," I said, examining the red circle that said Serenity Circle.
"I don't like that name." Beth snorted. "It sounds like a place to get high."
"If they have drugs, just say no." I stuffed the paper into front pocket of my lame-ass linen shirt and grabbed her hand.
"What are you doing?" She tried to pull away.
I held tighter. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Holding my hand." She squeezed back, and then a girlish smile appeared, all sense of hostility evaporating inst
antly.
"That I am." I pulled her closer and inhaled. Damn, her shampoo smelled good. "You said you wanted six days of a fairytale. I thought holding hands was a good place to start."
"Oh."
Her face turned crimson, and I instantly felt it in my gut as if someone had taken a baseball bat and beat me crapless.
She'd never had her hand held.