The Owner's Box

Chapter 37

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Isabella Saint POV

"Bruh, I'm Black. Can't believe you got me out here," I mumbled to myself as I finished putting on my gloves.

Harlow and I were currently at the top of the ski slope. Her parents had already taken off and were probably halfway down the mountain by now. Hardin followed soon after with a woman he'd met at the lodge this morning. So now, it was just Harlow and I.

"You're going to do great. Just do what I taught you," Harlow smiled at me.

"Ahhhh," I heard someone yell in the distance. Taking my eyes off Harlow, I saw a skier rolling down the slope.

"Oh nah, see, I'm not about to be rolling down this shit," I said, starting to back up but almost tripping over my ski blades before Harlow caught me.

"Hey, you're going to be fine," she said, handing me my ski poles.

"If I fall, I'm blaming you," I mumbled, trying to steady myself as I grabbed the ski poles from Harlow.

Harlow laughed, shaking her head. "You're not going to fall, Saint. You've got this. I wouldn't bring you up here if I thought you weren't ready."

I squinted at her, not entirely convinced. "Easy for you to say, Ms. I've-been-skiing-since-I-could-walk."

Harlow stepped closer, wrapping her arms around me. She leaned down and kissed my lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. My lips warmed from the heated kiss, and for a moment, I wasn't afraid of the slope—I actually felt a little better.

But then when we pulled apart, I looked down the slope again, and my stomach dropped.

"I better not let me end up like that person rolling down the hill," I warned, glancing back at the skier who had wiped out.

Harlow chuckled, still holding me steady with her hands around my waist. "You've got this, Saint. Just remember—knees bent, stay loose, and trust the process."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, but if I go down, you better come rescue me," I said, half-joking but also very serious.

"Deal," she smiled.

The wind whipped around us, sending a chill through my layers of clothing. "Bruh, why do people do this for fun?" I muttered to myself, adjusting my gloves nervously.

"Because it's exhilarating," Harlow replied, leaning in closer and pressing a soft kiss on my cheek. "Trust me, you'll see. And stop calling me 'bruh.'"

I took a deep breath, gripping the ski poles a little tighter, trying to ignore the fact that my heart was racing.

We pulled apart, and she slowly started to guide me forward toward the slope. "Let's take it slow."

And just like that, we pushed off. I screamed internally, but somehow, I didn't fall. Not yet at least.

We started off slow, and I felt like I was getting the hang of things. After a while, I even started to have fun.

"You're doing so good," I heard Harlow yell as we made our way down. I smiled to myself a little, trying not to lose focus and break a leg or something.

"We're almost there. I'm going to go ahead just a little bit, okay?" I heard Harlow again before she took off ahead of me. I watched her go fast and then take a jump that was made from compacted snow. Impressive.

It was exciting watching her ski. I honestly forgot how nervous I was as I made my way down the slope.

"Show off," I muttered to myself, smiling slightly as I watched Harlow take yet another jump, this one much bigger than the last.