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“Remind me never to move to Finland.”

A quiet chuckle escaped him.

“I actually think you might enjoy it.”

“Do you now?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.

“Two minutes,” he said, stifling another smile.

Somehow, our conversation was actually distracting me, and I'd reached a point where my body had officially gone numb.

“And yes, I do actually think you’d like it,” he continued. “It’s peaceful there. And the beaches are really nice.”

“I love the beach,” I said. “But if it’s even remotely as cold as this is, it’s going to be a hard pass.”

He chuckled. “One minute.”

“Oddly enough, it doesn’t hurt so bad anymore,” I said.

“Your body's adjusted.”

“How much longer?”

“Thirty seconds.”

When the five minutes ended, I immediately slipped my hands from his and pushed myself up out of the tub.

I climbed out, water sloshing all over the tile floor, and reached for one of the towels waiting by the tub.

When he got out, he nonchalantly reached for the other towel like maybe he didn’t even need it.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” That smirk was pulling at his lips again.

I shot him a glare.

“I’m going to change,” I said sharply.

I started to walk back toward the women’s locker room. I had a spare leo and shorts I always kept in my bag.

Changing helped a little, but I was still cold to the bone. When I left the locker room, the gym had completely emptied out. I looked around for Rove, but he already seemed to be gone.

I felt bad for being such a brat, but I still couldn’t believe he’d made me do that, no matter the reasoning behind it.

When I stepped outside into the parking lot, I hurried toward my car, dreaming about blasting the heat on my ice-cube hands.

But just as I stepped off the sidewalk, I looked up.

I wasn’t alone.

Rove was standing there, leaning against his bike in a fresh white T-shirt and sweatpants, his hoodie draped over one arm.

“Thought you might need this,” he said.

CHAPTER 39

Ifroze.

He'd waited for me. And he was handing me his hoodie.