Roxy smiled, knowing they were definitely going to show up.
Men.
The frigid air bit at Roxy's bare skin for only a fleeting second before the thick, enveloping steam of the thermal stream wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
She did not rush. She did not dive beneath the surface to hide her body from the biting cold or the burning, predatory gazes she knew were fixed upon her.
Roxy stepped gracefully off the flowery bank, her toes sinking into the smooth, submerged river pebbles. The geothermal water was exquisitely hot, rising to her calves, her thighs, and finally stopping just above her hips.
The pale, ethereal light of the winter moon hit the water, casting a mesmerising, rippling glow across her skin.
She stood in the shallows, the dark, steaming water swirling around her. She looked like an absolute goddess.
Roxy did not turn her back on them. She did not sink deeper into the water to cover her chest. She did not cross her arms in a display of demure shyness.
