My mind conjures us in another scenario, where we’re alone and he kisses me, slowly peeling my clothes off and finding various inventive ways to make me come.
When my breath shudders, Greyson’s blue eyes narrow with concern. “Are you hurt?”
“No. No, I’m fine.”
He nods. “Good.”
Peering up the hill, he searches for something before he looks back at me. “We should start cleaning up. We’ll leave the ramps be for now.”
I laugh. “Yeah, because I can’t move them.”
He laughs with me, jostling my body in a pleasant way before he pushes himself to his feet and helps me to mine. Even though I told him I’m fine, Greyson gives me the full once over to be sure I’m not lying.
I punch him in the arm, totally awkward like the old me, and march up the hill.
It’s easy to collect all the sleds to get them away and put the trash in the can as Greyson talks with the parents.
Once everyone and everything—other than the ramps—is taken care of, Greyson meets me at the starting line again.
“Are you as soaked as I am?”
Nodding, my pants are clinging to me, and the moment I stop moving, the cold seeps in.
Shivering is just starting to take over my limbs.
“Come on. I’ve got an extra coat and gloves in the car. We should head home to dry off and change.” He blasts the heater in his truck as I strip off my wet coat and put on one of his thick flannels and the extra pair of gloves. I huddle in front of the hot air as we make it down the hill and into town.
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen when I’m done.”
Greyson laughs and nods, and I barrel out of his truck to run inside.
The hot shower is so nice, loosening up my muscles from the cold, all the running back and forth, and the soft chatter of the parents gossiping about me.
Granted, I only allowed myself to hear snippets and words, but the entire workforce at the Lodge has been whispering about me and Adam.
I supposed I shouldn’t have expected anything less.
He spends his breaks with me, but he’s only kissed me a few times at work.
I’m not sleeping with him like everyone seems to think.
Nor have I done anything more than be friends with Greyson and Gabe, but I know they’re whispering about the three of us, too. Although, I can’t be certain what’s being said.
It doesn’t matter. The town is going to spread shit about me no matter what I do.
At least, it’s curbed some of the talk about me and Nick and my homewrecker status.
On that thought, I step out of the shower and get dressed. I have a few things I still need to finish at the Lodge before I can consider myself done for the day.
Dressing quickly, I let my hair down on my way next door and let myself in, hanging up his borrowed flannel and gloves by the door before venturing into the kitchen.
Greyson is hovering back between the island and the garage where they keep the washer and dryer.
He’s standing there shirtless, his muscled back to me as he dries his hair.
When he turns, I catch the long line of his torso and the way his abs bunch with the movements.
God, he’s ripped but lean, and the hair across his chest is inviting. I want to touch him. Desperately.
