Chapter 10 Aspen
Aspen
Everything was going great while I was teaching Genevieve how to snowboard until she picked up too much speed.
She ended up running into someone and busting her lip.
She didn’t shed any tears, which surprised me.
I feel like most girls would, but Genevieve seems tough.
Like many people don’t get to see her cry.
All I want to do is guarantee and assure her safety for the rest of my life, seeing her hurt makes me hurt.
God, what am I even saying? We barely know each other. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting more. Wanting all of her. And maybe that’s what terrifies me the most—that she could walk away before I ever get the chance to prove I’m worth sticking around for.
We go down the rest of the way slowly until we reach the bottom of the mountain.
When we do, we unstrap and I guide her to the medical department.
I carry both of our boards over to the racks and leave them standing up while we go inside.
I didn't make her go to the actual office because she insisted she was fine, but the gash in her lip is deep enough that a professional might say she needs stitches.
I head in the office and grab the supplies I need so I can fix Genevieve up myself.
I come back out with the supplies and bring her over to a table where she sits on while I clean her up.
Her lip was bleeding a ton, so I press a wipe to it and hold it there.
Her mouth’s open letting me do my thing, but her eyes?
Her eyes are saying everything. Those beautiful green eyes.
I wipe all the excess blood until she’s cleaned up well.
I apply an ointment the nurse gave me and I do so carefully, making sure I don’t hurt her as I do so.
Her gash looks bad, but she’s roughing it out in front of me. I can tell she’s putting up a front.
“How does this feel?” I ask Genevieve, rubbing the ointment on gently, scared that any quick movements will hurt her even more.
“Uh huh,” is all she can manage while her mouth is open.
I hold her bottom lip and softly graze them with the pads of my fingers. These beautiful juicy pears I was just making out with last night, and now they’re wounded.
I place a soft kiss on her lips, she winces with my touch.
I grab the ice pack the nurse gave me and set it on her lip, grabbing her hand to place over and hold it steady.
“Better?” I ask.
She nods her head in a yes motion.
“You’re safe now, Snowflake,” I assure her as she looks up at me with doe eyes while holding the ice pack to her mouth.
I don’t want her to feel that pain again. I hope she’s not scared to continue riding now. We just started and I was having way too much fun teaching her.
“You okay to keep riding? Or do you want to call it a day?” I ask her.
She ponders my question for a moment and then removes the ice pack from her lip. “Let’s keep riding, but only a few more laps so I can get back to Lana. I sorta left her this morning with no explanation and then threw my credit card at her and told her to get whatever she wanted,” she says.
I laugh. “Well, I feel honored that you ditched Lana for me,” I tell her.
“You should be,” she says flirtatiously.
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We head back to the lifts and before we get in line, we strap one boot in.
Once I step in mine and she gets back up from strapping hers in, we hop towards the line.
Whenever you’re not snowboarding down the mountain, everything else about the sport is awkward.
Moving around to get from place to place with just one foot in is tough, especially when you’re new at it.
Genevieve seems to be catching on quickly though.
We take a seat in the lift and I bring the bar over us so we are secured in. I take a look at the beautiful girl next to me that only adds to this spectacular view.
“How’s your lip feeling?” I ask Genevieve.
“It’s fine,” she says, but I don’t believe her for a second.
“How’s your lip really feeling?” I ask her.
She laughs like she’s amused that I could see right through her. “It’s throbbing. It hurts like a bitch,” she says.
Just as I suspected. She was putting up a front.
“You don’t have to put up a front with me, Snowflake, I want the real deal,” I tell her.
She squints at me like she’s surprised with what I said. Like she’s never had anyone tell her that they want the real, authentic her. I don’t know how people wouldn’t want that. I want the real Genevieve, all of her. Faults and all.
“I’m serious, show me the real you,” I tell her.
“The real me? You sure you want to see that?” She asks sarcastically.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” I admit.
She blushes. I wanna keep making this girl blush like that.
I could keep staring at her for hours, but the ski lift arrives at the top of the mountain. We both hop off and head to the right.
“This time don’t let go of my hand, we will go down slowly, together,” I tell her.
Instead of making her sit down to strap her boot in, I bend down and strap her in myself.
“Thanks,” she says and I give her a wink.
I hold out my hand to hers. “Ready?” I ask.
She places her hand on top of mine. “Ready.”
We headed down the mountain and Genevieve only fell twice. She did so much better, this was her best run yet.
“We did it!” Genevieve cheers!
“You did it!” I tell her. “That was awesome, you should be proud.”
She gives me this crooked little grin, careful not to split her lip. Still wrecks me. “Thanks.”
We repeat the same routine two more times until my stomach starts to growl and I offer Genevieve to have lunch with me. She accepts and we head over to the resort’s favorite lunch spot.
When we enter, I head over to the bar where I remove my coat and take a seat. Genevieve does the same. Liam is working the bar today so he comes over and hands us menus.
“Sup, Aspen, who’s your girlfriend?” Liam asks. I shoot him a look, the kind that says “back off” without a word. I don’t care if we’ve only known each other for 48 hours — she’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Then I give Genevieve an obvious wink.
Her face flushes and my dick starts to throb. I love making her wet and flushed.
Especially in public.
“This is Genevieve, she’s visiting for the weekend.”
“My bad man,” he tells me. “What can I get you, Genevieve?”
Genevieve glances over the menu quickly to see what to get.
“You like burgers?” I ask her.
“Love them,” she answers.
“Two burgers, extra fries, no pickle,” I tell him, then I turn to Genvieve. “What do you want, sweetheart?” I ask her jokingly. Her eyes widen like she’s surprised I can eat so much food.
“I’m just messin with ya. That’ll be all Liam. Thanks bro.”
Genevieve giggles. “Damn, I thought you were about to eat all that food yourself. I was gonna ask you where you fit it all, you’re so fit,” she says licking her lips.
“I’m pretty fit from snowboarding, but honestly, I eat a lot of junk so I’m just as surprised as you,” I tell her.
If I’m really being honest, I have the appetite of a bird.
It’s only sometimes where I can really chow down a whole meal and finish all the food on my plate.
Usually I serve myself small portions, but that’s also partially because food is expensive and I don’t have money to just toss around.
Derek appears from the back once again, holding a pickle.
“I thought the pickle holder might be here… Genevieve? What are you doing here?” Derek says putting the pickle down.
Her face looks puzzled so I lean in to her and whisper, “Inside joke,” hoping that explains enough.
“I’m just learning how to snowboard. What are you doing holding a pickle?” She asks.
“Oh nothing, just enjoying my afternoon snack,” he says, taking a bite out of it.
“Delicious,” He says with a mouth full of pickle. Genevieve laughs.
“I’ll have your burgers right out,” He says.
Genevieve grabs her hair into a ponytail, the same way she did last night when she went to suck my dick and ties it up.
I watch her do so in awe. Her pretty golden locks go down to her waist and fall down in loose curls.
I don’t think her hair is naturally curly, but the loose look is beautiful on her.
She examines the room and stares at different people at different tables.
“Is this place new?” She asks.
“The resort?” I ask her.
“No, this restaurant,” she says.
“It’s about five years old. A new owner took over then and added this place in. It started out as a bar and then turned into a full blown restaurant,” I tell her. “Wait, have you been to this resort before?” I ask.
“I used to come to Silver Lake with my family when I was a little girl. We stopped going as I got older and then my parents got divorced so we never came back,” she shares.
“Jeez, I’m sorry Genevieve. We are happy to have you back at the resort though,” I tell her. I sympathize with Genevieve because my parents too are divorced and it sucks.
“Thanks. I love it here. I honestly forgot how much I love it here until I came back. After the divorce, it felt like a lot of happy things ended with them,” she says.
“My parents are divorced too, so I feel you,” I tell her. “My dad used to always take my brother and I fishing and since they split, we’ve never gone again. It’s stupid little things that you don’t even realize make you so happy until you do them again.”
“That’s exactly right. I’ve never heard someone say something so relatable before,” she says, and that makes me smile.
Our silence lingers in the air. I’m wondering where this girl has been my whole life. She has to be my soulmate.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out and glance at it. My stomach clenches when I see who it’s from.
My dad.
And shocker , he’s asking for money.
Again.
I ignore the message and decide to just enjoy my time and my food with Genevieve.
Part of me wonders what she’d think if she knew the truth. That I’m barely scraping by, trying to make it work at a resort job while helping my high-ass dad pay his overdue bills that neither of us can afford. Can a girl like her really fall for a guy like me?
“Lunch is served! Burgers ala Derek,” Derek says interrupting our deep silence. He sets both plates down and my mouth begins to water.
“Thanks pal, these look delicious,” I tell him.
Genevieve sticks a fry in her mouth. She licks the salt off her fingertips and doesn’t even realize how hard she’s making it to sit still. If she keeps that up, I’ll be walking out of here with a hoodie over my lap.
“Thanks Derek,” she says.
Genevieve takes her first bite of the burger and she seems to love it.
“This is amazing! What’s his secret?!” She asks.
“No one knows. These burgers are honestly so good for no reason,” I tell her. “But Derek wants to become a professional chef so he is really good at cooking,” I add.
“He sure is! He should go on one of those cooking shows like Chopped or Cutthroat Kitchen ,” she says.
“So I’ve told him, he just doesn’t think he’s good enough. He lacks confidence.”
“Oh, I’ll tell him he should do it. Maybe it will give him some confidence,” she says.
“You should do that, I’m sure he would love to hear any sort of praise,” I say.
I’m honestly lucky to have Derek as a roommate because he is so good at cooking.
It just sucks that we don’t always have the extra money for groceries to make stuff.
Our budget only allows us to get peanut butter, jelly, and bread; and sometimes ramen noodles.
We live like college students and we aren’t even in college.
It’s only when Xander is working that we can get those extra ingredients for Derek to whip us up a feast.
Genevieve and I devour our burgers, I guess I was hungrier than I thought, but she eats most of the fries and I just snack on a couple.
I love a girl who isn’t afraid to eat. There are some girls who are just so embarrassed to eat in front of guys and I just don’t understand the logic behind it.
It makes no sense to me. Why would you be embarrassed to eat?
Everyone has to eat. Might as well do it with other people to enjoy one another’s company.
I need to keep spending time with this girl, I need to spend every second I can with her until she leaves. Because if I don’t, I know I’ll regret it.
“So Genevieve, what are you doing the rest of your time here?” I ask her.
“Well, I planned on skiing, until I found out Lana isn’t a fan of the ski lifts so we are just relaxing and spending time at the spa,” she says. “Why? What did you have in mind?” She adds.
I like this girl, she gets straight to the point.
“I was thinking you and I could go riding again tomorrow, if you are okay with that?” I say.
“I would love that! Why don’t you come by the cabin tonight and we can talk more about it. I better get going though because Lana has been waiting for me since I left this morning,” She says.
“Oh of course! I’ll come by, say, sevenish?”
“Sevenish is perfect! Bring a friend for Lana please! Preferably the one that knows his way around a burger,” she says getting up from the stool.
She puts her arms through the sleeve of her coat and thanks me for lunch and teaching her how to ride.
She walks away and I can’t help but watch her. She is so addicting to look at.
It’s like a drug I didn’t know I needed.