"Not a better backdrop existed on the planet for cozying up to an intimate interlude. Matthew inspected the view outside the cabin window, thinking of his life to that point. Although he was only a few years’ older than Laurel, Matthew had already been down the road of isolative athlete. He even remained a virgin long past his buddies because he simply did not have time to adequately charm the pants, literally, off any girl. He spent years in tunnel vision eyeing the top prize in the ski world. However, the harder he tried to be a champion- getting within microseconds- just to fall short, became painfully abrasive. He finally relented to accept the inevitable-he would not be the world’s best.
Now in his late twenties, Matthew possessed the skills necessary to warm cute, frozen ski bunnies into wet slushy submission with his moves. Although he fell short of his ultimate dream, he remained a local legend worthy of adoration for all his efforts and minor successes. Therefore, Matthew never had a shortage of female attention. For a time, he practiced his moves on ski-groupies happy for the chance to relieve his masculine tensions. Matthew lacked nothing, and was the perfect combination of athlete and heartthrob. Handsome with brown hair, blue eyes, and just shy of six feet sleek muscle. When he hit an aerial jump with perfect rotation, the resounding swoon from his crowd of admirers permeated the cold air.
Yet, after Laurel unknowingly worked her way into his heart, no other girl on the mountain gave him pause. He hoped to have the chance to share his feelings with her. However, he was not sure how, or even if he should, approach her. Moreover, he knew the feeling of desiring first place, and did not want to interfere with her dreams."
Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on this gorgeous picture prompt. Happy 2013!!