Please

"Go back to your room and shake it off, Jules!" Mr Jones calls out to me as i march back to the resort building.

This is why i absolutely hate skiing.

Of course only i would end up getting buried in an avalanche of snow, which was about seven feet deep may i add.

I was going great for about five minutes, then suddenly my leg gave out and i tumbled down the hill into a tree, knocking the snow off the branches.

Lane just stood there and laughed at me. What a prick. I bet he's gonna tease me about that for the rest of the trip.

I push the door of our room open and step inside, slamming it shut behind me. After tossing my clothes in a pile in the corner of the room, i decide to take a hot shower.

The water feels like pure heaven as it runs down my back, my shivering easing as the heat is regained in my body.

After scrubbing myself down, i stand under the shower head for a moment, letting the flow down from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I could honestly stay like this forever.

"Yo, Carter!" I hear the door shut.

Moment ruined.

I rinse the remainder of the soap suds from my skin and reluctantly turn the shower off.

Wrapping a towel around my damp body and slipping on a pair of new underwear, i pull the bathroom door open and step out, glaring at the boy in front of me.

He eyes me for a second, his mouth slightly parted, before returning to his usual cocky smirk.

"Good job out there, Elsa." He mocks, walking over to stand before me.

"Aha, you're actually hilarious Evans, has anyone ever told you to do stand up?" I jeer, making a face at him.

"It's not my fault you suddenly decided to 'let it go'." Lane says, before chuckling at his own joke.

"You're a dick." I roll my eyes as i push him in the chest, causing him to lose his balance since he was already laughing.

However, he grips on to my wrist as he falls back, still laughing, and i topple directly on to him. In nothing but a towel and some lacey black pants. At least my underwear is cute i guess.

I look down at him beneath me, our faces inches apart. I should get up, but for some reason i can't.

I don't want to.

Lane's eyes flicker back and forth between mine, the sense of playfulness turning to lust.

He wraps his arm around my back and flips over, laying me down on the bed beneath us.

I try to control my emotions as i look up at him, yet a thousand different feelings stir within my body.

His face is so close to mine i can feel the faint breeze of his breath against my lips.

"Lane." I breath, unable to concentrate on anything other than this beautiful man in front of me.

"Jules, please." Lane whispers, closing the space between our bodies.

"W-what?" I question, barely able to function. That shower was nothing compared to the heat corsing through my body at this very moment. I feel like i'm on fire.

"Just tell me you want me." He leans down, breathing into my neck.

I do. I want him. There is an undeniable amount of tension between us that clearly everyone sees, including ourselves. We're supposedly 'best friends' but here he is, asking for permission to touch me. I don't know if it's lust, or he has actual feelings for me.

I don't know what to expect. I know about his life at Granite Bay before me. I know how he is when it comes to girls. Am i just another one of those 'meaningless hookups' to him?

I don't have time to think about all of that right now, because the next thing to leave my mouth is:

"I want you."

Lane looks between my eyes again, as if he's still waiting for an answer. He leans down, brushing his lips against mine cautiously as if he's still waiting for a yes, his breath fanning against mine as he does so.

"Please." I whimper. I want him so badly, i've thrown all of my pride out of the window.

Lane's lips curl into a grin at my words, before he leans down and presses his lips against mine.

A rush of electricity runs down from my lips to my toes, making my limbs weaken.

The warmth of his lips that i had missed oh so much spreads through my own as he kisses me, long and deep. It's as if this kiss had been building up.

He props my leg up with one had giving him an enterance to slip between the two of them, careful not to move the towel and reveal too much.

Lane caresses my thigh, but doesn't go far up; he's not overstepping his boundaries again. It's so hot when he does that.

I moan into his mouth as his tongue slips between my lips, making him smile against me.

My breath is heavy, short.

I hook my arms around him, closing the remaining space between us. The weight of his body on top of mine is something i've longed to feel.

He snakes his hand around the back of my neck, trying to get closer to me as if our lips aren't already connected.

I shift slightly, and my thigh brushes against something hard.

"Fuck Jules..." He groans into my mouth, giving me more butterflies than i thought it was possible to have.

I push Lane off of me and sit up. He falls back on the bed and looks at me in utter confusion.

I motion my head for him to sit up against the headboard of the bed and he grins at me, sliding back and leaning against it.

I move over to him before straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

He doesn't hesitate to pull me back into another kiss. This one is less rushed, more sloppy and deep.

Lane grips my throat with one hand and my hip with the other and i almost pass out. He pushes himself up against me and squeeze my eyes shut. The sensation i'm feeling right now is indescribable.

I subconsciously move my hips against his slightly and his grip on me tightens as he moves his lips to my neck, kissing his way up. I can feel him heating up between my legs. Or maybe that's me. I can't really tell.

"Jules, i-" Lane says into my mouth, but he's stopped in his tracks.

Because the door has just knocked.

"Shit!" I whisper as i jump off of him, standing up and looking around for my robe.

"Bathroom." Lane mouthes and nods for me to go in there.

I nod back and run lightly over in to the room; it's still steamed up from my shower. Looks like i need to take another one anyway.

I hear Lane pull the door open and Mr Jones' voice on the other side. They exchange some words before i hear sir announce it's dinner time and the door clicking shut as Lane leaves with him.

I let out a sigh of relief as i slide down the door of the bathroom, running my hands through my hair.

What the fuck just happened.

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oh... wow.

well that just happened.

yet, the trip isn't over yet!

hope you enjoyed,

bye!