To Finnick, this already feels very intimate; romantic, even. The silence, the beauty of nature around them, their bodies drifting toward one another in the pool as though drawn by the pull of the moon. Tide creeping up on the shore. Finnick gets close, his hands chancing a light grip on Levi's waist.

"Any time you want. I'm really glad you suggested it."

Finnick has never been to any sort of hot spring, and even the fancy bathhouses in the Capitol have nothing on a place like this.