Slopes, Flirts, and Flutters  

[EVE]

My time in Germany could be summed up in two things—having fun with Cole and . . . well, fucking Cole.

To be perfectly honest, the morning after our first night together, I couldn't move. No exaggeration—I was bedridden the entire day. My lower body felt numb, and my poor, overworked vagina felt like it was on fire.

If not for Cole appearing with a stash of medicines (which, suspiciously, worked wonders), I don't think I would have recovered as quickly. When I asked why he even had those specific ointments and painkillers on hand, he refused to meet my gaze, mumbling some vague excuse.

"For emergencies," he said, clearly avoiding my raised eyebrow.

Right. Emergencies. As if he hadn't come prepared, fully expecting something like this to happen. I could see right through him, but since those miracle meds did their job, I decided not to press the matter further.