Our lips disconnect just as the ski-lift starts up again. I breathe out in relief as Michael has a look of content on his face. My face was probably scarlet by now, considering this was, let's see, the third kiss today.
In total, I believe Michael and I kissed about five times.
Ashton would not approve.
"Race ya?" Michael winks at me just as we're about to jump off the ski-lift.
"You're on," I challenge and soon enough, we're both racing each other down the mountain.
Michael is ahead of me and I groan; he's gonna be so cocky because he won - well, technically he's cocky about everything he does 24/7. But I understand why he's winning considering he has more experience in skiing.
I see him reach the bottom and he does a mini happy dance and I couldn't help but giggle at his triumph. I end up skiing into his open arms as he lifts me up and spins me around.
"I won! Haha," he sticks his tongue out cheekily. "What does the winner get?"
I roll my eyes, still being lifted in the air. "What does the winner want?"
"A kiss," Michael grins.
"But we already..." I sighed. "Fine."
He hugs me closer to his body and I press my lips against his, once more today. It lasts for a few seconds and I pull apart.
"It's like you're obsessed with my lips today," I laughed, nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck.
"What can I say? You're so addictive," he chuckles.
People pass by us and glance our way in adoration. A woman holds Her child's hand and coos, "Aw, what a cute couple!"
Michael wiggles his eyebrows at me and I shove him away. "Don't get any ideas, mister," I warned.
"Oh, I've been getting ideas since the day we met," he says, staring down at me.
"Guys!" I hear Luke cheer as he runs towards us. "I raced Calum and Ashton and won!"
"Stop acting like you won the hunger games," Calum groans, trailing behind him.
"Yeah, you only won 'cause you tripped us you fucker," Ashton huffs in annoyance, crossing his arms.
"So you cheated," I told Luke, becoming amused.
"No! I won fair and square," Luke protested.
"If 'fair and square' means tripping people and cheating your way through games," Calum muttered and I giggled.
"You're just jealous," Luke taunted.
"It's cool brah," Michael said, fist-pounding him. "I won, too. I even got an award."
"What kind of award?" Luke asked, now interested.
"A kiss from Mia."
Ashton snaps his head our way as Luke's eyes brightened. "Does that award go for all winners?"
Michael glared at him. "Don't get any ideas, buddy."
"Yeah," Ashton says, punching Luke in the arm playfully. "Don't get any ideas, a phrase everyone should live by."
Ashton stared Michael down as Luke pouted, "Ow. I was just hoping, geez."
"Aw," I coo, walking over to the blue-eyed pouting boy. "You deserve a little prize, too."
I stood on my tiptoes (because Hemmings here is as tall as a fucking giraffe) and plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
He blushes and smiles at me, "Thank you, Mia."
