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Jesse moves like a man on a mission. Before Shane can say something in protest, I’m running after him again.
“Slow down,” I grit out.
“You go slow, you die,” he says, looking over his shoulder. I follow him to one of the bigger parking lots. He stops next to his oversized black truck, placing both our snowboards in the back. Turning around, he crosses his arms. “Technically, we still have three days with your party on Saturday.”
“Technically, yeah,” I repeat, because it means more time with him.
“So we got tonight and the nights after that,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
“Please, no eighties reference,” I tell him.
“You know that song?” he asks, opening the door of the truck and motioning for me to jump in.
I shake my head. “Of course I know that song. Have me met?” I tell him, hopping in. “I know I didn’t tell you before, but nice truck, snowboard guy.” I smile, looking around the interior of his expensive truck. He must do some clinics for rich folks on the side to afford a ride like this.
He grins, taking a seat as well. He starts the car and backs out of the parking lot.
“Where are you abducting me to?” I ask, getting comfortable in my seat.
“To my place,” he says, checking the rearview mirror when he passes a couple of cars.
“First, you have to drop me off at the motel. I’m glad the nice lady who owns the place promised to take care of my doggo,” I tell him, looking at my snowboard outfit.
“I’m glad that little dog didn’t bite the living shit out of me when I was hauling your ass to bed,” he jokes, and I push him playfully in the shoulder.
“He basically gave his consent, and that’s going to take way too long. He’s taken care of, right?” he asks, not stopping when we drive past the road leading to my motel.
“Yes, he is, but I need to change, Jesse.”
“You can borrow some shit from me, we’re about the same height,” he says, licking his lips when he checks me out.
“You still got twenty pounds on me,” I say, giving him a questioning look. My stomach does a little backflip when I think about wearing his clothes.
He grins, turning onto a road leading to a part of greater Aspen I’ve never been before. He stops at a local market. “Did you forget about owing me dinner, babe?” he asks, getting out of the truck.
“Fuck, that’s right,” I mutter, following him. I almost forgot.
“Let’s get us some food,” he says, grabbing a basket by the entrance of the store.
“What do you like to eat?” I ask, looking around.
“Whatever, babe. A home-cooked meal is all I need.”
“You hold on to the basket, then,” I order him, pushing it in his chest.
“Why do I have to haul the shit?” he asks, his eyes dark, a slow smile tugging on his lips.
“Because I’m grabbing the vegetables and meat, babe.” I stick out my tongue at him.
He follows me around the store, shaking his head every time I put eggplants and tomatoes in there. “Deal with it, pretty boy. We are going to have a well-balanced dinner.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, saluting me. I can’t help but smile. He throws in pretzels, some chips, and for whatever reason, whipped cream. “Trust me.” He winks.
“All right, Mister Cherry On Top, lets pay,” I say, and he takes his wallet out. “With my money.”
“Babe, no,” he replies.
“Yes, babe,” I counter, running to the girl behind the cash register. He reluctantly lets me pay, and when we drive away, he shakes his head.
