The warm bubbles of the whirlpool surrounded the three of you as steam rose into the cool evening air. It had been a long day, and this break was exactly what everyone needed. You leaned back against the edge, letting the jets soothe your aching muscles, while Liam sat beside you, casually draping his arm over the side.

His best friend, Chris, sat across from you, swirling his drink in his hand as the conversation flowed easily between the three of you. But then Chris’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, zeroing in on your husband’s back as he adjusted his position.

“Dude, what’s wrong with your back?” Chris asked, pointing toward a faint red mark that trailed across his shoulder blade.

Liam grinned, his lips curving in that mischievous way that always made your stomach flip. “Battle scars,” he said, his tone casual but loaded with unspoken meaning.

Chris raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Battle scars? From what?”

You felt your cheeks heat as your husband glanced over at you, his smirk widening. “Let’s just say it was a… spirited evening,” he replied, leaving the answer hanging in the air.

Chris blinked, then his eyes darted to you, realization dawning as a chuckle escaped his lips. “You’re insane, man,” he said, shaking his head but grinning all the same.

Your husband leaned back into the bubbles, utterly unfazed. “Worth it,” he murmured, shooting you a wink that made your heart race. Meanwhile, Chris laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To whatever that was. You two are wild.”