Page 66 of To Love or to Lose
“See you on the other side, soldier,” Logan jokes as he makes his way toward Winnifred’s sled.
Eloise is already long gone, and when I look over toward Death Mountain, she’s already halfway down.
I approach Genevieve, careful not to strike a nerve as I drag our sled toward the hill’s edge.
“Listen to me.” Genevieve points a finger toward me, “Keep your hands to yourself.”
I almost laugh. “You really think that, out of all the times I could choose to make a move, it would be as we are flying down a hill of ice?”
“Ew.” Genevieve’s face sours. “I didn’t mean like that. I literally meantdon’t touch me.”
“That’ll be difficult when we’re in a shoebox of a sled, but I’ll try my best, love.” I smirk as I sit in the back of the sled, spreading my legs on either side so my feet are holding it still.
She moves to sit too, and when she does, she lands directly between my thighs. “Great.” She sighs, attempting to push herself to the front of the sled as far as she can.
“Genova, you’re going to have to lean back,” I tell her remorsefully.
“No chance in hell,” she replies, leaning forward more. “Just go.”
“Are you really trying to do this the hard way?” I ask.
“I’m trying to do this the easy way, that’s why I’m telling you to go,” she spits back.
“You’re forcing my hand, love,” I tell her quietly before wrapping my arm around her waist and yanking her into me, her back against my chest.Before she can even think to react, I push us down the ledge, pulling my feet into the sled.
She screams at the drop, making my lips lift the slightest bit.
“I hate you!” She yells, jamming her shoulder into my ribcage.
My coat shields it, so I barely feel it.
We hit a big patch of ice, making us jerk roughly to the left.
“Jameson!” Her voice raises another octave as she reaches back to grab at my arm. Her nails dig into my bicep, making my grasp on her waist tighten.
“We’re fine, we’re fine,” I attempt to reassure her, but her grip does not let up.
“This is not fine.” She grits through her teeth. “Our entire bodies are touching, and my nails are in your arm. Nothing about this is fine!”
I grin at her exaggeration. “Would you rather them be in my back?” I jest as we reach the bottom.
Genevieve stands as soon as our sled is stopped, but not before turning and punching me in the arm. “You are sick!”
I hold up my hands in mock surrender. “I’m just kidding, love.”
“Even if you weren’t, it’sneverhappening.” Her irritation is evident. “So keep your unrequited fantasies in your pants.”
“That’s really what you think?” A laugh bubbles in my chest at the idea of her thinking I have any romantic feelings for her. “I want to fuck you about as badly as you want to fuck me. I promise you that.”
“What makes you so sure?” She smirks.
“Genova.” I grab her wrist as I stand, kicking the sled out from under me. “Don’t play with me.”
Her cheeky grin stays the same. “Or what?”
Her demeanor is questionable, and I can’t help but wonder when the next flip of the switch will be, when she will suddenly decide she can’t stand me yet again.
“Come on,” I tell her, not even bothering to answer her question.
