I shook my head. “Nope. I just want to watch you.”
“You do?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too.”
He pulled into my parents’ driveway and cut the engine. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. This kiss was slow, and I knew he was saying something. He pulled back with a smirk. “Wait there.” He jumped out and circled the truck.
I was being honest when I told him he’d changed. There was no way the once-reckless snowboarder would’ve been caught dead holding my hand and opening doors for me. This—the two of us—was supposed to happen now. Our hearts had both been shattered in different ways this year, but we were meant to help each other put the pieces back into place. The finished product may have been a patched-up jagged heart when we got done with it, but we were both good at being imperfect as long as we ended up together in the end.
Thayer opened my door and helped me out. “Think they’ll be up?”
“I don’t care if they are. You’re my boyfriend.”
He froze, his eyes blinking like I’d startled him.
“What?” I asked, amused by his reaction.
He shook his head, as if snapping out of a daze. “I like the sound of that.”
I leaned close, my lips lingering an inch away from his. “Get used to it. Boyfriend.”
His lips collided with mine, his tongue eager and his lips holding me prisoner. I linked my arms around his neck and melted into the kiss, not caring that the cameras were on and my parents would see. Just like Kason, they needed to get used to it, too.
27
THAYER
“It looks rad,” Jesse said as he held out his phone for me to see. He’d edited footage from Big Bear so it only played highlights of my runs.
“Thanks for putting it together,” I said from my spot on a crate behind the counter at his shop.
“I would’ve had more footage if you hadn’t bailed,” he said as the video ended.
“Yeah,” I said, not offering more information than I needed to.
“I talked to Kason,” he admitted.
“Oh yeah?”
“He said he kicked your ass.”
I shook my head. “He’s such an idiot.”
“You’re banging his sister. I would’ve done worse if it were my sister.”
“You don’t have a sister.”
“You know what I mean.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not an asshole.”
“And?”
“And, it would be different if I were. You know I’m not gonna fuck her over. Giselle’s important to me,” I explained, feeling like a girl for even having this conversation with him in the first place.