We head back to the lifts and before we get in line, we strap one boot in. Once I step in mine and she gets back up from strappinghers in, we hop towards the line. Whenever you’re not snowboarding down the mountain, everything else about the sport is awkward. Moving around to get from place to place with just one foot in is tough, especially when you’re new at it. Genevieve seems to be catching on quickly though.
We take a seat in the lift and I bring the bar over us so we are secured in. I take a look at the beautiful girl next to me that only adds to this spectacular view.
“How’s your lip feeling?” I ask Genevieve.
“It’s fine,” she says, but I don’t believe her for a second.
“How’s your lip really feeling?” I ask her.
She laughs like she’s amused that I could see right through her. “It’s throbbing. It hurts like a bitch,” she says.
Just as I suspected. She was putting up a front.
“You don’t have to put up a front with me, Snowflake, I want the real deal,” I tell her.
She squints at me like she’s surprised with what I said. Like she’s never had anyone tell her that they want the real, authentic her. I don’t know how people wouldn’t want that. I want the real Genevieve, all of her. Faults and all.
“I’m serious, show me the real you,” I tell her.
“The real me? You sure you want to see that?” She asks sarcastically.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” I admit.
She blushes. I wanna keep making this girl blush like that.
I could keep staring at her for hours, but the ski lift arrives at the top of the mountain. We both hop off and head to the right.
“This time don’t let go of my hand, we will go down slowly, together,” I tell her.
Instead of making her sit down to strap her boot in, I bend down and strap her in myself.
“Thanks,” she says and I give her a wink.
I hold out my hand to hers. “Ready?” I ask.
She places her hand on top of mine. “Ready.”
We headed down the mountain and Genevieve only fell twice. She did so much better, this was her best run yet.
“We did it!” Genevieve cheers!
“You did it!” I tell her. “That was awesome, you should be proud.”
She gives me this crooked little grin, careful not to split her lip. Still wrecks me. “Thanks.”
We repeat the same routine two more times until my stomach starts to growl and I offer Genevieve to have lunch with me. She accepts and we head over to the resort’s favorite lunch spot.
When we enter, I head over to the bar where I remove my coat and take a seat. Genevieve does the same. Liam is working the bar today so he comes over and hands us menus.
“Sup, Aspen, who’s your girlfriend?” Liam asks. I shoot him a look, the kind that says “back off” without a word. I don’t care if we’ve only known each other for 48 hours — she’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Then I give Genevieve an obvious wink.
Her face flushes and my dick starts to throb. I love making her wet and flushed.
Especially in public.
“This is Genevieve, she’s visiting for the weekend.”
“My bad man,” he tells me. “What can I get you, Genevieve?”
