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Instead, I feel his arms wrap around me.
Mr. Hunk is saving me.
I still can’t see anything, but I can feel him scoop me up. “Oops, hang on,” he says. “I got you.”
He does.
He has me, safe and secure in his arms. My feet aren’t touching the ground anymore. I feel him cradling me against his muscular chest. Heavenly. When he lowers me down onto a towel stretched out not far from the hot tub, it’s with the utmost care.
“Your blood pressure dropped,” he says confidently as if he's a world-class heart surgeon. “Just lie there for a minute and let everything equalize.”
“E-e-equalize?” I murmur groggily. It’s hard to talk. My head’s swimming.
The inky blackness that swallowed my world yawns open. I see the clouds, a few emerald, green palm fronds, a white-silver beam of sunlight, and…
Stunt Devil.
He’s hovering over me. I see his bare shoulders, his flexing pecs… Even his collarbones are attractive.
“Coming back to life?” he asks.
“Ugh… the rum.”
“That might’ve done it. Just lie here for a minute. Then, we should get you a coconut water.”
“Went black… for a sec… hrm. Am I dying?”
His warm, easy chuckle lets me know I’m not. “Nah. It’s pretty normal. When I lived out in Salt Lake City for a while, our condo complex had a hot tub. People passed out all the time. Hey, your coloring’s getting better already. You turned pale. Now I see that rosy tint here.” He touches his thumb to my cheek, very lightly. “That’s good. Means your heart’s pumping blood around better.”
The simple touch sends me spiraling.
Maybe Alexis is right, and I need to get out more. Is it normal to feel a cascade of desire when all a guy’s doing is touching your cheek?
It felt so intimate.
He’s into me, I think, as I listen to the drum beat inside my skull.
But maybe he’s just being a nice person. Him sweeping me into his arms was the good Samaritan thing to do.
He’s not into me.
Then again… he did say all those nice things while we were soaking. He called me clever, sweet, and beautiful.
He has to be into me.
I struggle to get my elbows behind me, then I try to push myself up.
Womp, womp, womp. Either a helicopter is landing nearby, or I am not as recovered as I think I am.
“Hey there, Speedy,” he murmurs, “lie back down. You just gotta chill for a sec.”
I rest my head back on the towel. “This is embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I should have hydrated. This is not my first day on planet Earth, I promise.”
When I dare to look around, I spy a few people casting worried looks my way. “Did I make a scene?”
