Page 13 of The Christmas Playbook
“What?” He’s so unbothered.
With a breath lodged in my throat, I quickly spin around. “Warn me next time! How has it only been a few hours, and I’ve seen you naked not once, but twice?”
“You know…” Rhys shuffles towards the back door. “I think it’s only fair that I see you naked since you’ve seen me naked.”
I huff sarcastically and glance at him. “It’s not like I wanted to see you naked!”
Rhys shrugs while smiling widely to show off his perfectly straight teeth. “I think you did. You just don’t want to admit it.”
When the sliding door closes, I exhale.
Sharing a cabin with Rhys is going to be exhausting. He has the same amount of energy as he did when we were kids, except he’s put that energy toward tormenting me with his witty remarks and teases instead of playing in the backyard for hours upon hours.
This was supposed to be a relaxing ski trip, aside from the time spent with my family, and now it’s turned intothis:blocking flirty remarks from my old neighbor-friend and doting on him while in public.
My phone vibrates on the table for the fifteenth time since I saw my sisters in the lobby, and I choose to ignore it—again.
They’re curious.
The news has spread.
My mom sent a text and asked why I didn’t mention that my boyfriend was joining us, but I ignored that message, too, mainly because how do I explain that Rhys and I have been dating for all of three seconds?
I roll my eyes.
What did I get myself into?
My gaze skips over to the sliding door that Rhys disappeared through. I nibble on my lip from my frazzled nerves, and before I know it, I’m walking over and pushing back the drapes slightly.
My mouth runs dry the longer I stare at him. He sits in the hot tub, but his back is to the slopes. He faces the cabin, like he’s waiting for me to come join him. Thankfully, his head is tipped backward, and his eyes are closed. The ripples of the jets send foamy bubbles up to this chest, but that doesn’t distract me from dragging my gaze from each of his shoulders and bulging muscles.
Rhys is hot.
The idea of kissing him doesn’t seem that bad all of a sudden.
Wait, no.
That’s not a good idea.
My shoulders fall with the disappointment from my rational thinking.
It would be irrational to kiss him… or more.Right?
A knock sounds from the front door to the cabin, and I freeze.
If it isn’t the girl from the lobby to tell me that she found me a new cabin, then I’m not answering.
Another knock echoes, and that’s when my sister’s high-pitched voice hits my ears.
“I swear, Marcus! You’re going to owe me twenty bucks when you open this door and see that Mira really does have a boyfriend!”
Oh, fuck me.
I glance at the sliding door and make a last-minute decision.
Boyfriend and girlfriend, here we come.
CHAPTER 7
