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“Take them,” he says, holding out his hands.
“Why?” My voice is small when I look into his eyes. I’m not touching his hands with my sweaty palms.
“Because we’re going to hold hands riding down,” he explains, extending his hands again, getting impatient.
“Really, but doesn’t—”
“Man, do you always ask this many questions?” he husks out, casting his eyes to the sky.
I clasp my mouth shut for a moment. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do.” He winks. “Question is, are you asking the right ones?”
I shake my head, and the helmet slides back and forth. He adjusts it before clicking the bindings from his right boot open, then places his foot firmly in the snow with his left still strapped in on the board.
“Better. Now take my hands if you want to live,” he says, raising a brow in challenge.
“Jeez.” But I smile anyway.
“Catchy, ain’t it.”
“Bet you say that to all the girls.”
He shakes his head, a slow smile tugging on his lips. “Come on.”
Taking a deep breath, I place my hands in his. We both stare at each other. God, I hope he doesn’t mind that my hands are sweating like crazy.
He swallows hard. “Now, you are going to hold on to me and follow my every move while I turn,” he says, his voice a little rough.
“Are you sure?”
He raises his eyes to the sky again. “Babe, I’ve been teaching kids since I was about ten. I think I know what I’m doing.”
“Fuck, okay,” I say. He grins and shakes his head when I bite down on my lip in concentration.
He slowly starts to walk and slide, the board slowly drifting under me. “Not so fast,” I shriek, gripping his hands tighter as the board sways a little.
“Try to feel what I’m doing without breaking my hands. I may need them later on.”
The look on my face probably spells I’m terrified. “W-w-what are you doing?” I stutter, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Walking and sliding.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“It is,” he drawls, his dark stare fully back in place.
“Ha, nice try, snowboard guy,” I say, rolling my eyes.
He shakes his head, a sexy half smile lighting up his face. He slowly makes a turn and I follow, my board wobbling in the snow.
“You were the guy who jumped?” I mumble, looking down, focusing on the board sliding through the snow. Slowly getting the hang of it again.
“Yeah, that was me,” he says, sounding proud, holding my hand to help me forward. “Now put a little pressure on your right foot.”
“Like this?” I ask, pushing down a little.
“Yeah, and try not to look like you’re dying inside,” he says, making a face.
