“My life isn’t like what it seems. My parents are divorced. My mom spends most of her time working and buying my love and my dad’s a drug addict and has a new girlfriend every week. It’s not as glamorous as it seems,” she says.
I feel like I got punched in the gut. I don’t want Genevieve to hate me for doing coke. I need to find a way to stop. If not for me, then for Genevieve.
“I’m sorry Genevieve, I completely understand how you feel, my dad also had an addiction problem,” I tell her honestly and the moment I say it, I realize I’m no better than my dad.
She is about to reply when, in an instant, I hear someone interrupt my thoughts.
“Hey! You two! You’re not supposed to be here!” Shit! I think it’s the security guard they call in for emergencies.
“Wait, I thought you said we could be here?” Genevieve asks me.
“Yeah, I lied. I just wanted the mountain to ourselves, and didn’t want you to hate me for doing this,” I admit.
“Hate you?! This makes me like you even more! I love adventures!”
I knew it. I stare at her and wonder where this girl has been my whole life.
“Perfect! Because our next adventure is boarding away from this security guard. Take my hand and try not to fall,” I tell her.
We both get up as fast as we can and head down the snow-dusted mountain hand in hand. Once we get to the bottom, I notice the ski lifts are already off so I unbuckle both our boots from the board and we sprint towards the car.
We make it to safety and both of our hearts are racing.
“We made it!” I say and reach out to give her a high five. She slaps her hand against mine and we hop in the car and ride back to the cabin.
As we ascend the mountain, my mind keeps racing—what will I do when Genevieve is gone? The thought of life without her feels unbearable.
15
Genevieve
The ride down the mountain after getting caught was exhilarating! I can’t believe I made it the rest of the way down without falling! That’s a new personal best. I guess that’s what happens when you have someone chasing after you. You make sure you don’t fall so you can’t get caught.
Before getting busted, Aspen had learned more about me than anyone ever has. I’ve never opened up that much to a guy before, and I’m not sure how to feel about it. Part of me is embarrassed, but something tells me I don’t need to feel that way around Aspen.
Aspen is one of the good guys. He wouldn’t lie to me.
Would he?
Nah.
We sneak in the cabin and find Lana and Derek sitting on the couch watching a movie. Derek’s got his arm wrapped around Lana and Lana’s got her face buried in his armpit. They’re watching some horror movie. Lana doesn’t seem too pleased, she hates horror movies. I’m surprised she let Derek put this on.
Aspen and I try to remain as quiet as we possibly can so they don’t hear us come in. So we tiptoed slowly to the bedroom.
I shut the door carefully and let my eyes adjust to the dark room. I see Aspen’s silhouette before me, and I’m tempted to just run into his arms and never leave them.
I’m not ready to leave tomorrow and I don’t want to tell Aspen. If I don’t tell him, then we won’t have to say goodbye and I won’t be hurting. It’s easier to just pretend the inevitable isn’t coming.
Aspen gives me a look.
“Don’t smirk at me like that, Aspen. You already know I’m two seconds away from jumping you.”
“Come here,” Aspen whispers with his arms wide.
I inch closer towards him, closing the space between us. My breath quickens and so does my heart rate. I’m nervous to make a move and before I ponder the idea for too long, he makes the move for me. His kiss is filled with passion. He gently cups my chin, his touch sending goosebumps through my body. My arms hang uselessly at my sides, frozen in place, as if my body can't decide where to go. My mind is completely lost, overwhelmed by the feel of his lips against mine.
I attempt something small and grab his arms first. I grip them with such intensity, using them to hold myself up, if not, I may fall over. He starts with my coat, unzipping the zipper of my puffy jacket. I repeat the same motions with him, removing his jacket so we are both stripped down a layer. He moves onto my tight long sleeve, slipping it over my head. Once it’s over, my tits break free. They are out and exposed, no longer held by my tight fabric.
