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in his thoughts. Which was fine with me.
    My brain was too busy trying to figure out what to do with Sawyer. My body already knew what it wanted to do with him, but there was no way that I was going to allow myself to succumb to a crazy bout of passion the way I had last night.
    I had no idea what had come over me, but I had almost pleaded with him to not stop and just have his way with me—right there in the pool. Maybe Maddie was right…two years of a sexless relationship could cause a girl to lose her marbles.
    But I knew it wasn’t just the lack of sex that had me craving Sawyer. I wasn’t some romance novel heroine who was unable to keep my legs closed as I drooled over anything with a pulse. No other guy had ever made me have such a reaction—such an instantaneous need to be close, together, one .
    The sexy Australian in front of me was doing absolutely nothing for me. Neither my brain, nor my heart, nor other more naughty organs experienced the slightest reaction to him. He was a very attractive male specimen, but I had no desire to throw him in a pool and rip off his shirt.
    Clearly my attraction to Sawyer couldn’t be explained by the fact that I’d been deprived of contact for so long. It was much more complicated.We had a history—our lives had been woven together long before I even knew that sexual desires even existed.
    Though I now definitely had an irresistible, magnetic pull toward him—a very strong one at that—I didn’t just want his body. I craved his mind. I wanted everything he had to offer. I needed to listen to his words, to touch his hands, to taste his lips, to be close to him again.
    It was him. Just him. All of him.
    “Are you ready to side-slip down the hill on your own?” Connor asked, forcing me to press a mental pause button on my thoughts about Sawyer.
    Next to me, Maddie let out a small, barely audible sigh. She had a thing for accents; I was pretty sure that part of her wanderlust was based purely on accentlust .
    “We’ll start with your heel edge,” he instructed as he boarded halfway down the green beginners’ slope. “Okay, now…slow and steady.” The poor guy had no idea that this would further excite Maddie.
    She winked at me. “I’d like him to say that to me under the sheets. Or better yet, fast and hard.” Her attempt at whispering failed miserably. I was pretty sure our Aussie was turning a bright crimson under those goggles.
    I groaned. “Do you ever turn off ?” I asked her. “And yes, I meant that exactly how it sounded.”
    Maddie grinned. “Men think about sex every seven seconds. Why shouldn’t women do the same?”
    “Because we have better things to do,” I offered.
    Like thinking about Sawyer Carter every two seconds.
    Maddie could have her sexy thoughts. I would much rather reminisce about my kiss with Sawyer.
    Now sex with Sawyer…
    Oh, shit!
    Mind, please focus on not meeting an untimely death!
    I did well on the side-slipping, slowly gliding on one of my edges while the snowboard behaved and stayed parallel with the bottom of the hill. When Connor suggested that we try to turn, I immediately panicked and began to lose all sense of control. My muscles stiffened and I lost my ability to breathe. As a result, my knees locked and I fell flat on my butt.
    First bruise of the day.
    I knew, without a doubt, that I would be covered in them by the end of our session.
    Maddie, my fearless and free bestie was flying down the hill and already beginning to link her turns. A cold sense of disappointment washed over me, chilling me to the bone. I’d always had weird hang-ups about control. I wasn’t a certifiable control freak, per se, though sometimes a little bit of OCD would slip through. Nothing diagnosable, just a need for order on bookshelves, the necessity for exact change at coffee shops, and the inability to skip over a single word while reading study notes and textbook chapters before an exam.
    But it was more than fear of losing control that