Page 85 of Holiday on the Rocks
I kissed Kristina’s cheek. “You know what they say. Friendship is like peeing on yourself. Everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.” I pulled back. “Speaking of that, I’m going to hit the ladies room real quick.” I took a step away and Clint caught my hand and kissed my cheek as Lexi giggled. My eyes did a spin around our group to see Levi absent; probably good.
I hung out in the bathroom a little longer than normal trying to figure out what I was doing. Clint was there and I had no clue what to make of it. I wanted to want him there. Or not? Shit, I was as confused as a baby in a topless bar.
I washed my hands and no sooner had I taken a step out of the bathroom that my arm was being pulled by handsome Levi.
“Come on.”
“I should get back to everybody.”
His eyes rolled before he pulled me around the corner, and I was in his arms. I looked up at his devilish grin before he gently kissed me. “I knew you needed a little Levi time.”
While he was correct, everything was wonky. Sure, I stood, and we kissed for many more minutes, but still, Clint’s arrival made my mind circle around the past and future. What am I doing?
Seriously, what am I doing? Yeah, I’m talking to you.
“So Allie?—”
As much as I didn’t think I should, I pulled him closer. “I’m not talking about anything. Closure is?—”
“It was the whole time in Colorado, remember?” He rubbed his nose against mine. “I need you in Colorado.”
“Levi—”
“You guys ended things like six months ago. If he’s here to try to get you back, he hasn’t yet. So you kissing me isn’t wrong.”
“So, you think it’s right to be kissing you now even if I decide Clint and I should have a second chance?”
His jaw clenched and he looked away. “We’re just a weekend thing, I get it. We don’t want more, but I can tell he’s not your type.”
“You don’t know him.”
“He’s vanilla. You need a hot fudge Sunday with M&Ms, crushed Oreos, chocolate shavings, and a shot of caramel. You’ll die of boredom with that one.”
I just stared into the face of the self-proclaimed bachelor for life. We would never be and that was how the universe planned it. It was simply a weekend fling before I moved on with my real life.
As our lips melted together in the back hallway of the ski resort, I reminded myself that Clint is a good kisser, too. I mean, like a solidly good kisser. Probably four out of five stars. I’d definitely recommend him to a friend.
I pulled back and looked at my phone. “Shit, we’ve been here for twenty minutes?”
“Time flies when you’re having Levi.” He lifted a brow.
“Did you really just say that? I’m going out to find everyone.”
He yanked me to him. “Maybe we should go and do some we shouldn’t be doing this kind of things.”
I pushed him back. “I’m going.”
He walked after me, and I turned back. “You know Levi, you don’t have to ski. I mean, if you haven’t?—”
“Awww, you’re worried about me?” His eyes twinkled.
“No, I just, well, if you haven’t skied maybe today isn’t the best day to learn.”
His arms folded over his chest. “Are you concerned about me making an ass of myself?”
“It’s not that. It’s just that everybody else has, and I know sometimes you?—”
“Get frustrated and beat the shit out of douchebags?”
