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next week? They say there’s
going to be pretty decent snow, and it’d be good to get some time in the actual
elements.”
    “If we get the snow, then I’d say it’d be great.
It’s not that far, and I’m better on actual snow anyway.” Jaxon nodded.
    “I’ll ask the others what they think. I want us to
have as much of an edge going into the first competitions as possible. The more
points we can get early on the better our overall score will be.” We started
talking about the game, arguing about a call—I thought the ref was totally
blind; Jaxon took the position that it was valid. The game went to commercials
and we kept it up through the first one or two—but then it fizzled as we both
laughed at a stupid commercial for an insurance company.
    We fell into a comfortable silence, and I was
thinking about the option that Jaxon had mentioned—hitting a mountain to get
practical experience in—when I saw him stretching against the back of my couch
in my peripheral vision. He pushed his arms over his head, yawning a little
bit, and I was surprised and not surprised all at the same time when I saw him
look around to make sure no one was watching, and then drop his arm on the back
of the couch, along my shoulders. I looked at him with a grin, raising my
eyebrow as he pulled me just slightly closer to him on the seat, his hand
resting against my arm.
    I snickered, shaking my head. “ Dude,
that is the oldest, lamest trick in the book.” Jaxon glanced at me like he was surprised to find that his arm was around me,
and grinned.
    “What makes you think I’m trying to pull you?” he
said, shrugging. “Maybe my arms are just tired and you’re in the way.”
    “You’d have left it on the couch back if that was
the case,” I pointed out, looking up at him. My heart was beating faster in
spite of my taunts. It would be stupid not to admit at least to myself that
Jaxon was hot, and I definitely admired his athletic skills and the fact that
he was actually pretty smart, under his playful pranking personality.
    “You make a good armrest—hey, maybe that could be
your function in the frat! You could just sit there and whoever needs to rest
his arms can use your shoulders.” I rolled my eyes.
    “You aren’t just resting your arm; you’re trying to
make a pass at me. A lame pass, but a pass nonetheless.”
    “Hey, it wouldn’t be the oldest trick in the book if
it didn’t work. You’re blushing, Mia. You know you think I’m hot.” I shook my
head, rolling my eyes in spite of the smile that still curved my lips.
    “I’m not the one who complains about someone being a
distraction,” I told him, sticking out my tongue and poking him in the ribs.
Jaxon let out a protesting yelp, grabbing at my hands.
    “I’ll get you for that,” he told me. He pulled my
hands up by the wrists, gripping them in one hand as he used the other to
tickle my ribs, my belly, down to almost my hips, making me squirm and laugh
out loud.
    “Stop! Stop—stop!” I was breathless, shaking and fighting to get away from him,
laughing in spite of myself.
    “Admit you have the hots for me,” Jaxon demanded, continuing to tickle me relentlessly. “Admit you’re
just jealous of all the girls I’ve hooked up with and that’s why you don’t hang out with them.” I shook my head, almost shrieking with
laughter, still trying to get away.
    “Fine, fine, fine… you’re hot, you big dummy,” I
shouted finally when I couldn’t stand any more tickling. Jaxon’s wriggling
fingers stopped. “But I am not at all jealous of those stupid girls you hook up
with.”
    “Good enough,” he said with a grin, peering into my
eyes, holding my gaze for a moment. He leaned in and before I could even catch
my breath, he was kissing me, his hands no longer tickling but pulling me
closer to him on the couch. My heart was racing even faster—I would never have
thought in a million years that Jaxon would actually make a move on me—and for
a moment I