“When we get home, we’ll call Doctor Mattias, okay?” he said.
I nodded.
“But no matter how this turns out, it doesn’t change anything. I will still love you just as much as I do right now, and I’m still going to change you.” He leaned forward and gave my lips a tender kiss.
“I love you so much,” I said, nearly choking on a barely contained sob.
He held me in his arms until I finally fell back asleep.
WE DIDN’T TALK ABOUT the possibility of me not getting pregnant again, but we spent the next two days trying our best to ensure it happened. Trent left once, long enough to feed, but other than that, we were in self-imposed quarantine, and it was the best two days of my life.
By the time the sun rose on the third day, I was finally starting to feel normal again. I could kiss Trent without the uncontrollable urge to rip his clothes off, which was both good and slightly disappointing.
After having breakfast in the main lodge, we rented ski equipment and headed out to the slopes. I warned Trent I had no idea what I was doing, and I proved my point when I fell over—four times. The first couple of times, Trent was patient and encouraging, but by the fourth time, he couldn’t stop laughing at me.
I grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at him. The only reason I managed to hit him with the snowball was because he’d been too busy laughing and hadn’t seen it coming. He wiped snow from his face, gathered a handful of his own, and flung it at me.
I screeched and covered my face with my hands. “No fair,” I said. “I’m literally a sitting duck here.” I held my arms out to indicate I was, in fact, sitting in the snow, skis strapped to my feet, unable to move.
He bent over and unhooked his skis from his boots. I grabbed more snow and hurled it at him.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” he said.
He lunged at me, and I shrieked with laughter, which he promptly silenced with a kiss so hot it could’ve melted the snow around us.
“What do you say we head back to the main lodge, get you warmed up, and check out the top floor?” he asked.
The top floor of the main lodge housed the games Trent had mentioned our first night here. I’d seen flyers this morning for various poker games happening later tonight. This place certainly offered a lot of activities.
“I’m taking these stupid skis off and walking back,” I said.
Trent grinned, unhooked my skis, and helped me to my feet. I brushed snow from my backside, gathered my skis in my arms, and began the trek back to the main lodge. Thankfully, we weren’t too far away.
We returned our ski equipment, and I quickly removed all the extra layers I’d worn until I was finally back down to just my jeans and long sleeved shirt. Lacing his fingers with mine, Trent led the way up to the third floor.
I’d expected it to be one large space with everything accessible to anyone who ventured up here, but there were individual rooms. Some had pool tables, others had couches with TVs and air hockey tables or dart boards. The place was surprisingly empty, probably because everyone was enjoying the outside activities.
“Have you ever played pool before?” Trent asked as he entered one of the rooms.
“Once. And I sucked at it.” I laughed.
“Want to play darts instead?” he asked, nodding toward the dartboard on the opposite end of the room.
“Sure.” I shrugged.
I grabbed a set of darts and stood on the X several feet away. I took aim and threw the dart. It barely landed on the outermost ring. Frowning, I threw a second dart—same result.
Trent stood behind me, one hand on my hip. “You’re not following through,” he said, his voice low at my ear.
A shiver snaked down my back, and I instinctively leaned against his chest.
He flexed his fingers against my waist, his breath warm against my cheek. He took my hand, which still clutched one of the darts, and extended my arm. “When you let go, your wrist goes limp. You need to follow through with your entire arm.”
He drew my hand back, and he guided me as I threw the dart. It stuck one ring from the bullseye. “See?” he whispered, his mouth now grazing the soft spot right behind my ear. “Try again.”
“Right,” I said breathlessly. “You really think I can concentrate when you’re this close to me?”
I turned my head just enough to see his face, and he captured my lips in a teasing kiss that left me wanting so much more. I was positive once the potion was out of my system, the constant need would go away. I was wrong. Granted, the urge wasn’t as intense, but it was still there, pulsing through my veins.
“Want me to give you some space?” he asked.
“No,” I said, twisting around to kiss him again.
Groaning, he slid his hands around to rest on my back and pulled me closer. Then, his hands moved lower, stopping once again on my waist before he lifted me and set me on the edge of the pool table.
Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, I savored the heat of his kiss for several glorious moments—until someone walked in. I jerked away from Trent, but he didn’t release his hold on me, nor did he step back so I could get off the pool table.
A girl about my age stood in the doorway, her grey eyes wide. She was beautiful, too, with long, silky brown hair and a rosy complexion. She was taller than me, and a lot curvier in all the places I knew mattered to a guy.
“Oh, sorry. My bad,” the girl said with a giggle.
