The ski resort has been in his paternal family for generations. passed from father to son. Nate prefers Nate or Nathan, but his actual name is Nathaniel, named after the great-times-something-grand. father who founded the resort.

Nate has no interest in taking over; he hates that it would go to him because hes a man, arguing why would he want a ski resort when his sister is a skiing prodigy? He grumbled something about fucking the patriarchy and went back to whatever he was doing at the time.

The resort is only fifteen minutes from here, and you can see the tips of the buildings from Nate's bedroom. Nathan said you’re not allowed to ski while you’re here, since you’ve never done it before. He doesn't want you to risk hurting yourself when you hopefully have a competition next month. He said you can come back in the future, and he'll take you on the bunny slopes with the little kids.

It felt good hearing him make plans for the future, and you could pretend you don't know why, but denial is useless at this point. Everything he says makes you melt, and half the time you don't know how to react, so you kiss him, then things escalate, and before you know it, screaming his name and seeing stars.

"How willing are you to get dressed?"

You don't answer him straightaway, pretending you’re thinking about it, and that you don't know the answer is not willing at all.

“It’s not the getting dressed bit. It's knowing I have to get undressed later."

"If I promise to undress you later, will you put your clothes on and come somewhere with me?"