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I snapped my boot into my binding, with a breakfast I don’t remember tasting swirling in my gut, as her kiss lingered despite every bold flavor I’d pummeled my tongue with since.
The condition better not be permanent.
With my second boot snapped in, I pushed off, ski skating my way over to the lift where Charlie waited in line.
“You took off without me.”
She peeled the straps out of her helmet and settled it on her head. “You were in the shower for a really long time, Nick. With all of my toys. Coincidence?”
“I don’t need toys.”
“Went old school and used your hand. That sounds like you. Classic.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just an observation. You’re simple. Polite. Keepin’ it vanilla with the self-love. It’s all… well, consistent. Very you.”
I tugged her straps and dragged her toward me until her board stopped between my skis and I loomed over her. My proximity forced her to crane her neck to meet my eyes.
Good.
“Keep it up and you’re going to find out just how impolite I can be.” Tension settled in the ridge of my shoulders. Just a few more inches and I could take another taste.
Hovering over her, I took in her heavy eyelids and the loaded glance flicked to my mouth.
I breathed her in.
“No need for the show,” she whispered. “There’s no one around to see it.”
“Maybe it’s not for them, maybe—”
“Well, aren’t you two cozy,” Daniel said, skidding to a stop right next to us.
I dropped my hands, and her head swung in his direction. “Fuck off, Daniel.”
The laugh was out before I could stop it earning a hard glance from Charlie’s ex.
“So much energy. Is Nick not burning that off with you between the sheets? Too bad. She can be a real wildcat—”
“Finish what you’re about to say and you leave in an ambulance. Got it?”
Charlie gasped.
Daniel puffed out his chest. “Bring it.”
“Nope. You guys are not doing this shit.”
“She’s right,” Daniel said. “How about we make this dignified? The Dagger. First one to the bottom wins.”
“We haven’t even done a practice run yet,” Charlie said.
“You need one, Nick? I don’t, but hey, I can wait if you want to get a run or two in if you think you need the practice.”
This son of a bitch. He’d had his eyes on me, and definitely on us, but had he spent any time focusing on Charlie in all that time?
No.
Because he didn’t want her. She was reduced to a toy he’d cast aside that he suddenly wanted to play with the minute someone else showed interest. He needed to control her. Nothing more, nothing less.
