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The commentators go crazy, talking about his front side air, triple cork something screwdriver. Jesse skids to a halt and snow flies everywhere while he does a turn, and the crowd goes wild. He raises his fist high in the air, and the audience applauds. Girls scream his name, and I have trouble breathing. Jesse walks over to the area where he will be judged, standing in front of the huge banner with my family’s name on it. I don’t hear what his score is, but judging by the applause, it’s good.
He walks away, signing autographs and stopping to take a couple of selfies with kids, all the while getting closer to me.
“Son!” his father yells.
“Hi, Dad,” he says in greeting.
“Hey, bro,” Jesse says, hugging them both tight. Some girls scream next to me, and he glances in my direction. Our eyes meet, and his smile is one of the hottest I’ve seen from him. He looks in his element; he belongs here. The look of lust in his gaze is unmistakable. I stare at him, dazed, my insides tightening when his gray eyes bore right through mine. A sensation runs through me, and everything around me falls away—the lights, the cameras, the roar of the audience.
His grin comes ever so slowly while he saunters over to me, board tucked under his arm. He licks his lips, and it immediately starts to throb between my legs, remembering how he made me come. How his lips felt pressed against mine, how he whispered dirty things in my ear.
Stopping right in front of me, he rasps, “Took you long enough to put two and two together.” He laughs, giving me a wink.
He scratches his stubble and lays his board in the snow. Before I can blink, he tugs me toward him by my jacket and slams his mouth down on mine. Groaning into my mouth, his tongue finds mine, and I lose my damn mind, kissing him back with as much frenzy until the crowd roars again, and he pulls back.
His lopsided grin is pure evil. Winking at me, he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, and I shiver. “Remember that for later,” he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my earlobe. I’m speechless. The way his voice rolls over me makes my heart hammer in my ears and sends chills down my spine. We both look up when the next contender is announced. “Need to go,” he says, flashing me a cocky half smile. “You’ll be here when I get down again? It’s probably going to take me ten minutes if I stick the landing.”
I nod, my tongue glued to the inside of my mouth.
“You better be waiting here for me. I’m not done with you,” he drawls, grabs his snowboard, and is gone before I can take a deep breath.
“Wow,” some girl says next to me.
“Are you his girlfriend?” another one asks.
“I think I …” I don’t know what to say. I’m stumbling over my words.
“What did I miss?” Shane asks, handing me a beer.
“Uhhh,” I say, drowning half the cup. “He saw me, and we …” I say, looking around. Thank God Gibb and his father are talking with a couple of people. Shit, they saw the kiss.
“The whole of Aspen saw that kiss, Acie, it was broadcasted on the large screen.”
“Wha-t-tt?” I stutter. I didn’t even know I was talking out loud.
I bite on my lip, downing the other half of the beer.
He looks at the now empty drink. “Was it bad?” he asks, sounding worried.
“He kissed me like I was the main character in a romance movie,” I reply.
“Lem, you know I don’t watch fluff.” He chuckles.
I pinch his side. “Shut up.”
“How long before his last run?” he asks, leaning against the barrier.
“A couple of minutes.” I don’t know why my hands feel clammy all of a sudden, and my pulse starts to race through my chest, like I’m having a panic attack. It’s different watching him now that he knows I’m standing here. Fuck, I hope I don’t bring him bad luck or something. I grab my phone and start to type. I’m sorry if I broke your concentration, snowboard guy;)
I get his answer a minute later. The only thing you broke was my dick when we were kissing. Got a text from my dad saying he likes you. I giggle and watch the gray dots while he types. These next 30 seconds are for you, Ace.
His name gets called over the speakers, and I look up. The butterflies in my stomach take flight, and I have trouble breathing. Jesse is standing at the top of the mountain, moving his board a little to the right, then to the left. He’s going to be the last of the night. He slaps his legs and adjusts his helmet, and then he’s sliding down to the pipe. The first two rotations go great. When he does the last rotation, my breath stops. The commentators yell he’s doing the switch backside 1260. What the hell is that? He sticks the landing, and the applause is deafening. He raises both hands above his head, and other competitors run to him to hug and congratulate him.
He is swarmed by the other riders who finished already when they announce his perfect one hundred score. He cranes his neck and scans the crowd. When we lock eyes, he smiles, and I blush from his intense stare.
He mouths, “For you,” and I know the asshole just stole my fucking broken heart.
