Elsa

Soon we step out and dry off with thick towels. Strangely quiet, he takes my hand and leads me to the Jacuzzi.

Probably countless women have been here to soak with him, and an irrational jealousy swamps me as I slide into the warm water.

“Is it too hot?” he asks as he climbs in next to me.

“No, it’s perfect.”

“Then why are you frowning?”

I have nothing to lose by asking him. Perhaps in learning how not special I am to him will help prevent any more feelings from developing for this man who will clearly break me. “Do you bring women here often?”

He reaches over,...