Page 70 of Revel
Undeterred, she waves her hand in my face. “To be fair, I was wearing high heels and trying to drive a golf cart. By the way, he’s totally fine. I sent flowers and beer to him in the hospital.”
I pull my beanie cap back on and zip my jacket up. “Nice of you, but you’re still not driving.”
“Well, can I drive at some point?” And then she bats those pretty eyes and juts out her bottom lip. There’s nothing more adorable than a girl with a red nose and snow covering her.
I cave. She’s too fucking cute. “Maybe.”
Why is it the sexy ones take advantage of you and the cute ones steal your fucking heart? It’s bullshit.
We make it halfway to the cabin and Red makes me stop so she can look at the views. She even breaks out a selfie-stick to take fucking pictures of us. “Why are you taking so many pictures?”
“To remember. Why don’t you?”
I tap my finger to my temple. “Every memory I have worth remembering is in here.” Benefits of having a terrible memory. There’s only room for the good ones.
“That was completely uncalled for!” she yells at me when I rip the selfie-stick from her hand, tossing it over a cliff.
I start up the sled again. “Keep it up and I’ll toss the phone too.”
She swings a leg over and settles in behind me, her arms snaking around my waist. “You’re so mean sometimes.”
I look over my shoulder at her. “Princess, you haven’t seen mean.”
Red lays her head on my back. “Something tells me you’re right.”
“It sounds like thunder?” Red notes as I unlock the door to the cabin, our shoulders pressed together.
“It’s snow falling off the trees and hitting the ground.” I look over at her, shocking green eyes focused on mine. Do you notice the way she’s watching me? She knows why we’re here and how, inside this cabin, everything we’ve been doing these last few weeks changes. The reality of it hits me and my heart thuds like the rhythm of an angry beat. Knowing what will happen once this door’s open, I can barely draw in breath.
Remember all that no sex talk? It’s out the goddamn window because as soon as we’re in the room, I can’t keep my hands off her. I’m acting on pure need, the taste of her on my tongue similar to the high I get on stage. It’s controlling our every movement.
I intend on being gentle, but am I ever? My plan had been to take her upstairs and show her there’s more to this, but it’s not going down like that. The moment I have the door open, she’s curious and looking around and stripping off her clothes in the process. Hat by the door, scarf next to the stove, jacket hanging on a lamp, boots next to the chair.
There she is, overlooking the forest blanketed in a fresh dusting of snow and more coming down.
One look at her red hair shimmering against the firelight, I’m convinced I might never leave this place again as long as she’s here. Fuck music, fuck the tour, the rest of the world, I don’t need any of it but this girl, in this place.
Red gestures with a small nod to the crackling fire. “Is there someone else here?”
Running my hand over my head, I strip off my hat and jacket, tossing both on the floor near the door, then push the sleeves of my sweater up to my elbows. “I have a guy who takes care of this place. Had him come start a fire and get it warm in here.”
“That was nice of you.”
I shrug.
“When was the last time you were here?”
“It’s been a while.”
Red leans against the back of the sofa, smiling as she brushes her hair out of her face. “Now what?”
Do you notice my breathing? Hers? What the fuck is wrong with us?
I’ll tell you. Four fucking years of teasing is what’s wrong with us.
Drawing in a deep breath, I reach for the liquor cabinet and pull out two glasses. “Want a drink?”
“I don’t want to be drunk,” she admits, her voice tender. “And I’d like it if you weren’t either.”
