Holland's POV
"He what?" Jamie shouted.
His voice bounced off the wooden walls of the sauna, sharp and loud enough that I instinctively shrank back, my shoulders pressing into the warm wood behind me. The heat wrapped around us like a thick blanket, steam clinging to my skin and making every emotion feel amplified. My towel was damp, my palms sweaty, and my heart was racing.
We were in the sauna now because Jamie and Soren had flat out refused to let me speak earlier while we were getting massages. According to Jamie, masseurs were professional gossips. According to Soren, they had "supernatural hearing." So here we were instead, half naked, overheated, and absolutely trapped.
"At the cinema? What the hell?" Soren added, leaning forward with disbelief written all over his face.
They both stared at me like I'd just confessed to committing a serious crime.
"This isn't much," Jamie said slowly, eyes narrowing, "but I can't believe you did that, Holland."
