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JARED
Monica had been doing well as she followed Tyler and me down the slopes. However, watching her eat snow halfway down the mountain had been hilarious.
Nevertheless, I wasn’t surprised to see her pick herself up and trudge back to the ski lift for another go. By the second attempt, she was able to make it down the slope without falling, staying upright on her skis the whole way.
When we returned to the cabin, everyone except me decided to go out to dinner. Although I was a bit hungry, I wanted to relax a little longer before finding something to eat.
After changing into something more comfortable, I pour myself a glass of scotch that I brought from home. Tyler and I always sneak alcohol on family trips. It's not really sneaking anymore since we are old enough to drink but pretending to do so reminds us of our teenage years.
I head to the seating area attached to my room, eager for some alone time. After hours of skiing with the family and bickering with Monica, I need solitude. Having the lodge to myself is the perfect opportunity to unwind.
But when I arrive, I am jolted out of my thoughts. The door to Monica’s room is open, and I am treated to a sight of her in all her youthful glory, covered by nothing but a white fluffy towel that barely obscures her most intimate parts. It’s obvious she’s just gotten out of the shower, with her wet hair and water droplets cascading down her endless limbs.
A thousand electric shocks pierce through my core. I feel the spark inside me churning and turning to a smolder.
I should turn around quickly before it’s too late. Maybe she won’t have noticed me.
But she does, and her eyes widen like saucers when they land on me. "What are you doing here?" she asks, sounding exasperated.
My mouth opens slightly, trying to come up with a suitable answer, but my brain is jumbled. For as long as I've known Monica, even with the amount of time I've spent at her house, I've never seen her in such a state of undress.
Sure, I've seen her in short and tight spandex while playing volleyball, and at times, walking around in a sports bra. However, I've never seen her like this, with only a towel concealing what’s underneath.
My curiosity is tickled, as I wonder what she would feel like under my body. What she would sound like screaming my name.
"Um…" I mutter. She’ll have a field day with my inability to speak. My brain is still in a daze.
It’s scorching in here.
I should be disgusted with myself for staring at her like this. After all, it's Monica. Then again, I am a man, and it's been embarrassingly long since I've been with a woman.
"I thought I was the only one here," I finally say, snapping back to my senses.
Despite the ever-present knowledge that Monica is almost naked standing in front of me, I try to control my features.
Why is it so hot in here?
“Well,Ihad thought thatIwas the only one here. It would be just my luck that you decided to stay.” She sneers, looking at me with disdain.
I narrow my eyes at her words. Not a moment goes by where Monica doesn't have something smart to say. "I'm not any happier than you are. So, watch it," I growl, feeling a deep-seated irritation at the way she talks to me.
But there's something else that's riling me up. I have an idea, but it’s too outlandish. It's the same reason why my body feels hot. It's wrong. I should be inching my way out of the room. Instead, I’m moving closer.
A part of me hopes that she'll be the one to leave, but she stays, her eyes defiantly on me. "Or what?" she asks, testing me, though there's something about it that leads me to believe she's genuinely curious.
Or what? What would I do? Monica and I have treated each other this way forever, and I've never done anything about it. But she's never been almost naked during any of our arguments. And now, she's an adult.
"You don't want to know," I growl, standing so close to her that she has to tilt her head up to look at me, her soft lips slightly parted. Damn it, why did I say that out loud? Why are her lips suddenly so tempting?
She still has the look of defiance on her face, but it falters as she takes in my words. I can almost see the cogs turning in her head, deciphering what this means. I imagine I'd see disgust, depending on whether she interpreted my words in the exact way I meant them.
Instead, the same look of curiosity from earlier appears on her face. I should leave and save us both a lot of trouble, but my feet remain planted, in no hurry to go.
Because I want to see where this will lead us.
Because I want to experience us erupting together.
After I make the decision, it happens fast. I don't think I could have stopped my hands as they dart out, grabbing onto Monica's chin. She lets out a gasp but keeps her expression steely.
