Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 150. Competition.

As soon as I heard Cinder’s voice, I pushed Aaron away like I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

Aaron gave me a disgruntled look, his bottom lip sticking out in an adorable pout.

“Come on, stop messing around! Cinder and her new boyfriend are waiting for us to go skiing!” I protested, and Aaron finally gave in. He went to the bathroom alone to take care of his little problem, and I took the opportunity to scarf down the delicious breakfast he’d prepared for me. After that, the four of us headed to a nearby ski resort.

When we arrived at the lodge positioned on top of a snowcapped mountain, we realized the ski slopes were al- ready packed with tourists and more capable local skiers. Be- side me, Cinder bounced up and down excitedly.

Aaron was so concerned about my safety, I could hardly take a step toward the slopes before he was bombarding me with all sorts of protective equipment. Warm-weather clothes, knee pads, chest protectors, helmets-he insisted on helping me put on each piece of gear.

Aaron’s thoughtfulness got Cinder’s attention, and more than once I caught her glancing enviously at us while Aaron adjusted the various straps and buckles of my ski outfit. After a while, Cinder even asked Eliott, who had quickly put on his own suit, to follow Aaron’s example and help her.

When I heard that, the corners of my mouth quirked up in a satisfied smile. Aaron knelt in front of me, tightening my skis, but I pulled him up to a standing position so I could re- ward him with a long, passionate kiss.

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Afterward, I took Aaron’s hand and headed toward the

ski run. “Let’s go,

give Olive some good lessons, make sure she doesn’t wipe out!” Cinder called

behind us, I started walking faster, but I’d forgotten that I was already wearing my skis. I tripped and

for me, Aaron grabbed me just

g*d, Aaron, I’m so glad you’re here.” I was stunned, and all I could do was clutch Aaron’s jacket with

worry, we can start off slow,” Aaron comforted me, gradually releasing his grip on my hand once

to ski?” I asked indignant- ly. At first I couldn’t understand Aaron’s line of thinking at all, until I realized he must have gotten the

saw Cinder zip over the edge of the hill in front of us, and Eliott

skiing smoothly and gracefully down the slope, and then looked back at me with a

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don’t

think you might have

of yourself in front of your friend. I understand. We can go to that run over there,” Aaron suggested. He held my elbow and led

this point that Aaron was completely deluded, and he wouldn’t believe me no matter how

of the run. As we were standing there, Aaron pushed himself forward, about to give me a demonstration. But I didn’t wait for him to start explain- ing the basics. I stretched out my arms, gripping my poles tightly. Then I leaned forward, bent my legs, and pushed off. As soon as I got

shrieked from behind me. His obvious con- cern only made me more pleased with myself. I’d been a great skier ever since I was a child, so Aaron shouldn’t have under-

whipping against someone behind me, and I thought Aaron must be catching up. I looked back at him, and my heart felt like

excitement and the adrenaline rush of skiing always put me in a