"We're here," Tristan suddenly announced, skidding to a halt and taking his warm hand quickly away from me.
"Um...thank you." I said, stepping off of the board.
He leaned back faster than the speed of sound. "You're welcome," he said with that strained voice. Had I made him feel uncomfortable?
I turned to look at him. He was undoing the straps on his boots. "It wasn't that bad." I smiled nervously.
He put the snowboard under his arm and looked at me. "I told you I wouldn't let you fall," he told me with a half smile, a gold sheen of light stroking his beautiful face, casting that mesmeric chestnut glow around his hair.
I bit my bottom lip and lowered my eyes. From the corner of my eye, I saw his lips twisting into a full smile.
"Tristan?" called someone behind me. I followed the voic
