The Jacuzzi

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He found her there in her bikini, hair piled atop her head, the warm water bubbling around her. Letitia smiled as he carefully slipped into the water beside her, setting the tray just outside the water.2

“What do you have there?” she asked playfully as she situated herself on his lap, an arm winding around her neck. Gabriel treasured the feeling of her scantily clad body pressed close as he wrapped an arm about her waist, pulling her even nearer and kissing behind her ear.3

“Hors de vours,” he replied, and he reached for the wine glass with the hand not holding Letitia near him, handing it to her. As he picked up his own, she smiled at the crimson liquid, sniffing it.4

“Smells fresh…not as thick and curdled as the last time. And the fingers in the glasses, what a clever touch.”5

“I thought it would add flavor,” Gabriel smiled, and he held his glass up near hers. “Cheers.”6

They clinked glasses and drank deeply, enjoying the taste of the blood as it slid down their throats.7