Cole
Do they have cool jerseys there? And maybe some treats. But let Jordan pick those. You don’t like the good candy.
We both laugh and start typing our own responses.
His message comes through first, followed immediately by mine.
Matt
I’ll be on the hunt for a jersey. Candy’s Jordan’s department.
You got it, bud. I’ll find you the best candy in Switzerland.
Cole
“You two and your sweet tooth,” Matt mutters. “You won’t eat meat, donuts, or fried food, but you’ll devour an entire box of Milk Duds at the movies. Make it make sense.”
“It’s called balance. There’s a time and a place for indulgence. And the movie theater is that place for me.”
“Trust me, I know,” Matt says with a laugh. “I almost lost a hand last weekend.”
“Stop. I shared with you.”
“You gave me five.”
“Well, get your own.”
He laughs and shakes his head, eyes sparkling.
“You’d think you would have learned by now that I don’t share Milk Duds. It’s the one and only thing I’m selfish with.”
His gaze burns into mine as his laugh turns into a soft smile.
“Hmm,” he hums. “Some things never change.”
The server arrives with our food, and it’s enough to feed a family of seven.
“Oh my God,” I say. “This is insane.”
Matt flashes a grin. “Eat up, babe.”
After lunch,we spend the afternoon wandering Zermatt, then linger over dinner for hours with wine, laughter, and way too much eye contact. By the time we walk back into the room, my body is exhausted and my shoulders are killing me.
I change into sweatpants and a tank, then head straight from the bathroom to the balcony and crack the door a few inches.
“Babe, if you’re hot, just turn off the fireplace,” Matt says, moving toward it.
“No. Don’t turn it off. It’s cold. I just love the fresh mountain air,” I reply.
I reach across my chest and dig my fingers into my shoulder blade. I’m so mad at myself for falling asleep sitting up on the plane.
“You still hurting?” he asks, pulling his shirt over his head.
I try not to stare.
Immediate fail.
Matt’s body is a work of art, and I’ll never get over it.
