"Mouse manner. There's no one for miles; why not just enjoy being warm?" She looked back at him over her shoulder. His gaze ran along her neck, and shoulders, and down to where her back disappeared into the milky water. All bare, all smooth, all tantalizing.
She laughed when he hesitated and turned away —her curls fell from their pinning and disturbed the steam rising around her. He looked up, taking a deep breath and watching the snowflakes as they fluttered towards him. He'd always found the sight dizzying, like it would knock him off balance. When he looked back she was facing him, sunk low in the water so that only her eyes peeked above the surface. Eyes that looked at him in a way that drove him to forego all the promises he had made to himself.