The icy Swiss air hit your face as you stood near the window, admiring the breathtaking view of the snow-covered mountains. Zermatt was a dream luxury, exclusivity, and the perfect winter getaway. The six of you had arrived on Jude’s private jet, and now, settled in your stunning mountain house, the excitement for skiing was palpable.

You were at winter vacation with six of your friends

You were in the master bedroomyour shared master bedroom with Jude, of course. It had always been like this. Wherever you traveled together, you somehow always ended up in the same room. It wasn’t even a question anymore. Your friendship was effortless, flirtatious, and full of playful touches and lingering glances.

Now, as you struggled with your ski boots, you let out a frustrated sigh. “Jude, help me put on the shoes. They’re tight,” you huffed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He turned from the mirror, smirking. “Tight? Or are you just weak?”

You shot him a glare, and he laughed before kneeling in front of you. His warm hands wrapped around your ankle as he adjusted the boot, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“You know,” he murmured, looking up at you with that signature mischievous glint in his eyes, “if you wanted me on my knees for you, you could’ve just asked.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart skipped a beat. “Shut up and help, Bellingham.”

He chuckled, tightening the boot with ease. “Anything for my favorite girl.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, but you quickly masked it with a smirk. “Good. Because you’re carrying my skis too.”

Jude groaned dramatically, but the playful smile on his lips never faded.