“HEARD YOUR HEATS WORKIN’.”

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Your senior ski trip was planned solely on the ideas of the soccer team. They won their championship and raised money for their grade to go to Vancouver for a weekend.

Being forced to room with your twin brother was horrible, but not that bad. The first night he went down to the mini bar, convincing the barista to sell him beer. That left you and the room alone.

You had like, everything in here. Food, soda, reality tv. Not to mention, those fancy, fluffy white sheets everyone takes from those fancy hotels.

You were sat on one of the two beds, snacking on popcorn and soda. Dressed in light yellow pajamas, your curls in a messy bun. You scrolled through channels, looking for reality shows.

You heard a knock at the door. Was your brother back already?

Standing up, you went to the door, opening it. There, stood Kian, a wide, playful smile on his face, though, he had layers of layers on, shivering.

“Where’s Nick?” His lips pursed as he slipped his tongue over them, eyes on you.

“Probably down by the hot tubs, why?”

“Can I come in? Heard your heats workin’.”