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I grin at her. “Told you. I knew you’d pick it up really fast.”
She’s picking up the moves quickly, and I can see the determination in her eyes. I’m so proud of her.
As we make our way down the mountain, we start to get back into our rhythm. We’re laughing and joking like we used to, and I can feel the air between us is lighter. I can’t believe I almost ruined this trip.
We start to take on some more challenging slopes, and I am impressed by Amber’s determination. She’s fearless, and I love that about her. We ski down the slopes, side by side, and I can feel the rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins.
At one point, we take a break, and she turns to me, a huge smile on her face. “Thank you for teaching me how to ski,” she says. My heart thumps loudly in my chest from the adrenaline, from the proximity to her, and all the accidental touching and brushing against each other.
I grin ruefully back at her.
“That is the least I can do,” I reply.
As we continue skiing, I can feel our bond growing stronger. We’re back to being ourselves, and I can’t help but feel grateful for this moment. It’s like nothing else matters but us and the mountain.
At the end of the day, we make our way back to the skiing lounge, exhausted but exhilarated. I can see the happiness in Amber’s eyes, and I know we made some unforgettable memories today, and we may not be there yet, but I have a feeling that this was a step in the right direction to her finally forgiving me.
“Same time tomorrow?” I ask her, a playful grin on my face.
Amber nods, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Absolutely.”
And with that, I know everything is going to be okay, or it will be, soon!
Chapter 13
The Room Dilemma
Amber
“Let’sgrabdinnerbeforeheading up,” Jackson tells me. “We haven’t had enough to eat today.”
I nod my head in agreement, my stomach rumbling in response.
“You only had a smoothie before skiing. Tomorrow, we should have a decent breakfast before we leave.”
Again, I nod.
I can tell that he is making an effort to get me to talk but that doesn’t take back what he did. It does not take back the fact that he did not find me to apologize. I want to forgive him. I miss talking to him but letting him off the hook that easily will only serve to make him respect me less.
It happened quite a few times with Mike and look how that eventually turned out.
I will be damned if I let it happen again.
He leads me to the dining area, and I have to look away to stop myself from admiring him in his skiing suit. It is a struggle I have had all day.
As we enter the dining room, I notice that the atmosphere is different from our previous meals. The room is dimly lit, and each table is decorated with a candle and fresh flowers. The hostess leads us to a small table for two, and I can’t help but feel a little nervous since we are obviously not dressed for the occasion.
The waiter approaches us and hands us the menu. I skim through it, trying to decide what to order. After a few minutes of deliberation, I settle on the seared salmon with roasted vegetables and a glass of white wine. Jackson orders the ribeye steak with mashed potatoes and a classic old-fashioned cocktail.
While we wait for our food to arrive, I can feel Jackson’s foot brushing against mine underneath the table. I try to ignore it, focusing on the ambiance of the room instead. The candlelight flickers in his blue eyes, making them appear warm and inviting.
“Do you like this place?” he asks me.
“It is a lot colder than I expected it to be. You?”
“You are right about one thing, Amber, this place is fucking cold.”
“I have to give you your gloves back,” I tell him.
