Page 22 of Stuck on the Slopes

“Juniper? You okay?”

I froze. Fear washed over me as I rolled over with trepidation.

How long had she been on the line?

How did I manage to call her? It must have been when I set my phone down.

Had I said anything?

Did I moan her name?

Please, tell me I didn’t moan her name.

I held my phone up to my ear. “Sorry, I must have butt-dialed you.”

“Ah, that would make sense. I heard a lot of rustling about.”

I swallowed. “My apologies. It’s late and you must be tired. Sorry if I kept you up.”

“Nah, I was just catching up on some reality shows. Watching them before bed helps me turn my brain off.”

“Well, I feel better about not keeping you, then.”

“Seriously, it’s fine. If you’re having trouble sleeping, you and Sasquatch are more than welcome to head across the hall.”

I should say no.

“What are you watching now?”

“This one is about couples who meet in separate rooms, so they don’t actually see each other until after they get engaged. And most of these people are more shallow than they lead on, so it gets very messy.”

“Do you riff that like you do movies?”

Why the hell am I still talking?

“We can if you’d like.”

Say no.

“Eh, what the hell. I’ll be right there.”

What thefuckis wrong with me?

“Sweet! See ya shortly.”

When she hung up, I set my phone down and stared at my still-hard cock. There was no way I could walk over to her room like this.

“Fuck.”

As luck would have it, hearing her voice—a softer and more natural tone since she started, now that we’d warmed up to each other—was enough to push me over the edge. Once I cleaned myself up, I splashed my face with some water and tied my hair back into a quick bun.

“Come on, Squatch,” I said once I tossed on some black joggers and an oversized hoodie. “Time for me to torture myself.”

With two knuckles, I knocked on her door. Sasquatch bounded inside once she opened it, but I stood still, afraid to cross the barrier too soon. Even in her sweatpants and matching sweater, she looked well put together. She stepped to the side, allowing me in wordlessly, and I strode over to her couch and spread my arms out on top of it like I owned the place.

Well, technically I did. But that made matters worse.

Once Rachel sat next to me, Sasquatch jumped on the couch next to her. As he rested his head on her thigh, Rachel wasted no time scratching his head. With her other hand, she grabbed the remote to hit play and then leaned into my side. From this proximity, I could smell the raspberry shampoo in her hair.

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