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I tighten my legs around his waist and brace my hands on my forearms so I’ll stay firmly wrapped around him, then chance a look in the direction we’re going. Ahead of us, the hill splits off, a tree line separating two trails. Kyle veers sharply to the right of it, taking us down a completely different slope, and I resist the urge to laugh and point at Scott as he fades into the distance.
The slope levels out a bit, and Kyle finds a turnoff and shifts his weight heel-side, slowing us to a stop. I drop my legs from his waist, but before I can hop down, he holds me fast as he tips backward into a fluffy cloud of snow, bringing me along to fall on top of him.
“That…” I breathe, my eyes wide as I shake my head in wonder.
“Was?” he prods.
“SO much fun!”
“Really?” He lifts his eyebrows, giving me a lazy smile. “I love how you just went with it.”
“It was like getting to fast forward to the fun part without the astronomical fuckups and ER visits that are sure to come my way as I pursue this.”
“I hope that wasn’t the only good part,” he murmurs, his eyes turning a shade darker.
I bite my lip and grin, racking my brain for something smooth to say but coming up empty. Warmth creeps up my chest beneath my parka to my neck and cheeks as I let out a sigh. “No… I liked the free cuddle as well.”
“Why do you think I wanted to do it?” he flirts, causing my entire reproductive system to weep into my undergarments. I really hope that doesn’t freeze.
I let out an awkward giggle, searching for a charming response, but when nothing comes to mind and the silence goes on a touch too long, he fills the gap in conversation for me.
“Would it be all right if our first kiss happened right here, on a ski slope, out in the open, at twenty-two degrees?”
Dah!
“Under a canopy of snowy trees?” I retort, finally sounding kind of poetic. How about that… “I think it’s perfect.” Assuming our mouths don’t freeze together. I mean, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but I can think of a few things that would be challenging if that happened.
Clearly, Kyle doesn’t experience the same crazy, weird, neurotic thought process I do. He wastes no time pulling me closer so he can fuse his mouth to mine.
His lips are cold, and mine are too, lending a numbing effect to the kiss. That is until he pushes his tongue between mine, bringing a delicious warmth to the exchange. Cold lips and warm tongues tangle to create a polarizing sensation I’ve never experienced with a kiss before. It fills me with warm butterflies and arouses my pheromones at the same time. It’s fucking epic.
Judging by the groan Kyle releases into my mouth, he’s not hating it either. When he finally pulls away, it’s with a sigh of great reluctance.
“Would it be too forward to ask you to spend the night again?” he asks, letting his head fall back on the snowy pillow. His eyes hold depths of hope and a good amount of adorable nerves.
“Only if you promise to show me that lightsaber.”
CHAPTER6
Gwen
Kyle and I agreed that he’d get to scope out my place this time, so I gave him directions for our little sleepover. I’ve got a casserole in the oven and only slipped once while shaving my legs in the shower. Don’t worry, I didn’t lose enough blood to cancel my date.
I’m fresh out of a relationship, I know, but the second I saw Scott waving his ass in the air while he stuck it to Ski Bunny Barbie, something inside pretty much shut off, making the prospect of spending the night with Kyle—on purpose—seem not so ridiculous.
I rarely wear much makeup, but tonight I’m amping it up a bit, so I dig through my cosmetic bag, coming up with a tube of deep red lipstick I’ve worn maybe twice. Hmm, why not give it a whirl? I’m loving how demure it makes me look, and I’m almost finished applying the color to my top lip when thunderous pounding from nearby startles me, making me smear it upward, damn near jamming the thing up my nose.
When I make the connection that the abrupt noise is just my someone at my front door, I let my breath out in a whoosh and lean forward to scope out the damage in the mirror. My nice, careful lipstick job is smeared, making me look like I have half a red mustache.
“Great. Perfect, thanks a lot,” I bitterly grumble and curse whoever is at the front door while I wet a washcloth under the faucet.
I dab at my lip as I make my way down the hall, all the while the annoying knocking continues.
“I’m coming!” I yell, annoyed. Just when I realize my unwitting innuendo and chuckle at myself, I, of course, have to bash my shin into the ottoman, sending it skidding.
“Ow! Son of a bitch!”
Who put that there?
