Georgia's POV
I bit my lip to stop the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Relax, I just want to join you," I murmured, stepping closer until the water rippled between us. "Am I not allowed to do that?" My voice came out softer than I intended, low and teasing.
Nick's gaze flickered up for a split second before darting away again. "Y-you're allowed, of course. You're my wife."
"Really?" I tilted my head, pretending to pout. "Then why can't you look at me? Do I look that bad?"
He let out a strained breath and, in one swift motion, caught both my hands. With a sudden tug, I gasped as he pulled me down into the tub, the warm water splashing around us. My body collided with his knees, and I found myself sitting opposite him, water beading on my skin.
