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We are quiet for a while, and I like not having to talk about anything. It isn’t forced or weird; it’s peaceful. I lean my head against his shoulder, and he kisses the top of my head.
“Ace,” he says, locking eyes with me. “Can I see you again?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do after the party. There are so many things I need to fix before I can give you an answer,” I tell him, not knowing what I want to do. Being back here is scary, but for the first time in years, I feel like I’m home. But for it to feel like a home, I have to go see my parents and make things right.
He nods and hangs his head, strands of light brown locks falling in front of his eyes. “Whatever you decide, I’m here,” he says, staring at his hands. Standing and stretching his arms high above his head, I get a glimpse of his stomach, and my mind wanders back to last night. He leans against the railing and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “You know I kind of like you, Ace,” he rasps, staring out toward the water.
“Thanks, snowboard guy,” I grin, following him to the railing.
He smirks, brushing a hand through his hair.
“I kind of like you too,” I tell him, pushing my shoulder against his.
We both look at my phone when my ringtone goes off and Shane’s face flashes on my screen.
“Are you going to take that?” Jesse grunts.
I shrug. “I’ll call him back later.”
“When is the party going to start?” he asks, changing the subject.
I glance at my watch. “In a couple of hours.”
My phone lights up with a text from Shane asking me if he can pick me up. I text him the address and watch the dots move on the screen. I need a ride, and if Jesse is going to take me back to my motel, I might never ask him to leave.
“Ace, do you want me to ta—” he begins, but his ringtone cuts him off. He answers the call and walks to the edge of the lake. I watch him for a while, his frown still there, but that lopsided smirk I like lights up his face when he catches my stare. He winks and turns his back to me, continuing with his call.
“Damn, snowboard guy,” I say. I can easily imagine myself here, with a guy like him. But I can’t start anything without figuring out my heart, my past, and mending things with my family.
I head back inside and gather my things. Everywhere I look, his place screams snowboard instructor. I stop in front of the picture of him wearing an American flag around his neck. “Participation medal.” I chuckle. Wait, is that a gold medal?
“You find everything okay?” he asks, suddenly standing in the door opening.
I almost drop the picture. “I think so.”
He takes a step toward me and boxes me in against the wall. Without saying anything, he takes the photograph and places it back on the shelf, like he did last night.
“I’m going to miss you, Ace of Spades, but whatever you choose to do, I’ll be here,” he drawls, placing his hands against the wall next to my head. “Gonna be thinking about what happened upstairs for a long time. My dick is going to have withdrawal symptoms. Guess it’s going to be my hand for the foreseeable future.”
I briefly close my eyes. When I open them, the cocky bastard is grinning at me. “You’re too much ego for you own good, snowboard guy.”
“That’s what they all say.” He chuckles and winks. “I’m gonna miss our lessons. Thank you for taking my mind off things.”
“You’re welcome, although I don’t know if I was much help,” I mutter, trying to ignore the way he smells and the way his muscles strain against the fabric of his shirt.
“I’m going to miss you mouthing me off each chance you get,” he rasps.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, gives me a hard on every single time,” he jokes, waggling his brows.
“Jesse,” I whisper against his mouth, and I shiver when he leans forward and traces my lips with his. I let out a shaky breath.
“I did have fun last night, and this morning, Ace,” he drawls.
I slide my hands up his arms to his shoulders, loving the way his muscles tense under my touch. I bury my fingers in his hair, and he closes his eyes when I pull him against me. I gasp when his erection presses almost painfully against my zipper.
“Damn, babe, what am I going to do with you?” he asks against my lips. I duck out from under his arms before he can take the kiss further.
