Page 125 of One Foggy Christmas
“No!” It’s pathetic how much I want him to stay. “Can’t you sleep up here with me tonight?”
“Slow, remember?” His smile widens to something big and amused. “But I do like this vixen side of you—probably a little too much.”
“Vixen.” My brows drop as I think. “Isn’t that one of Santa’s reindeer?”
“I believe it is.”
Nash rolls his body across mine, and I grab his shirt to keep him with me. He pauses when he’s on top. I feel the weight of his chest, the wild beats of his heart, and the comfort of having him close.
“Stay,” I beg as I run my fingers through his hair. “We’ll just sleep.”
“We will just sleep. Just in separate beds.” He bends down, kisses my cheek, then rolls off me to his feet.
He pulls the blankets up over my body, tucking me in.
“You’re giving me hospital-room vibes. I think you tucked me in there too.”
“Trust me, this iswaybetter than the hospital.” One more kiss presses against my forehead. His head stays close, showcasing his lovable smile. “Probably because you like me a lot more in Switzerland.”
“I do like you a lot more.”
“I want you to keep liking me.” He straightens and walks to the stairs. “That’s why I’m leaving.”
I never thought a man physically leaving my side could hurt so much, but my heart is in pain.
Sleep needs to come fast. I’m already counting down the minutes until I can be with Nash again.
NASH
“You’re doing great.”I stay by Sadie’s side as we slowly ski down the intermediate hill for the second time. “How do you feel?”
“Um…”—her skis wobble in front of her—“good, I think. Does it look like I’m in control?”
“Yeah, you’re killing it.”
“I just don’t want tokillme.”
“We’re almost to the bottom. Just keep this pace.”
She goes silent, concentrating on bending her knees and leaning her body for the last few turns until we’re safely at the bottom.
“I did it!” she huffs, pulling her ski goggles onto her helmet so I can see her eyes. “I’m a skier again.”
“You’re a skier again.”
She glances up at the mountain. “I mean, I don’t want to keep doing it, at least not today, but I skied in Zermatt.”
“You sure did.”
I know what a big deal this is for her, and I couldn’t be prouder.
I click out of my skies. “In a way, we both got over our fears today.”
“Oh, yeah?” She follows my lead, clicking out of her skies too. “What were you scared of.”
“Keeping you safe. I was behind you when you got cut off and hit the tree. I saw the whole thing.”
“I bet that was awful.”
