Every time I got on a plane you would think it was my first. I would go to the washroom about three times before I got on the plane just to make sure that my bladder was completely empty. The last thing I wanted was to wake up fellow passengers so I could climb over them to get to the washroom. Then, I would twitch and twitter in my seat, a buddle of nerves. Each time a stewardess would walk by me I would force a thousand watt smile, trying to tell them silently that I wasn't a terrorist.

"You're sweating," Tyson pointed out.

"I know," I snapped back, turning away from him to look out the window.

"I thought you would fly all the time considering you were almost married to an international hockey star."

"I did, but I still hate it," I barked, fumbling through my carryon luggage for my headphones.

"We're going to Whistler, not Russia or Australia. We aren't even leaving the country or going over the ocean," he pointed out. "What is there to worry about?"

"The plane crashing into the side of a mountain, suddenly dropping from the sky, a sudden medical emergency that is going to require us to land." I counted all the reasons on my fingers. "I can go on if you'd like."

"You realize that there is a very low, almost nonexistent chance of any of those things happening, right?"

"Knowing that it probably won't happen isn't enough to make me stop worrying about it. Can you just let me listen to my music please?"

Tyson shrugged his shoulders and that was enough for me. I jammed the earbuds in and turned on my music.

When he had originally suggested this trip I had been excited. I was moving into my new apartment soon and could use any extra cash. Plus, I had never been to whistler. Though it was a snowboarder's dream it had nothing to do with hockey therefore I had no reason to hop on a flight there. So I would get to see another new place, eat good food, and a decent hotel in one of the most expensive mountain resorts.

I had just forgotten about getting there.

And I had forgotten about Tyson. It was just the two of us . Sure, when Hudson and I had gone together it was no different in that regard, but Hudson seemed to respect my boundaries. Tyson stomped all over them. I was opening myself up to be sexualized all weekend.

But I needed that money and maybe time alone would allow me to set him straight.

Thankfully, the flight was decent with no hiccups, we barely had turbulence, I didn't feel any sharp pinches of pain that could be concerning either. I didn't even have to leave my seat to pee. We landed in Vancouver soon enough, but that just meant getting up, stretching our legs, and walking across the airport so we could board another smaller plane that would take us one step closer to Whistler.

I thought the little plane would be much worse, but it was still large enough to make me feel safe and the flight attendants were so accommodating. Plus, I got to sit on the outside this time which meant that I could have as many bathroom breaks as I wanted without the fear of stepping on anyone's toe.

We landed shortly after taking off and then we were finishing our journey off in a small van filled with tourists and winter gear. My padded camera bags and fragile flashes stuck out from all of the robust luggage, but I looked like one of them in my puffy jacket and winter boots. I specifically carried these items in my carry on to make a statement to Tyson but also to be prepared for this legendary mountain village.

But when we got off the bus at our hotel it was all worth it. it felt like I had been transported to another world. Sure, growing up in Calgary I had always been close to the mountains. I could appreciate them the same way any other local could. but this....this was something different. This was so grand and opulent that it felt like it couldn't be real.

"First time in Whistler?" Tyson commented, noticing my open mouth and wide eyes.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Well, thank god I'm here because you would've left all of your stuff on the tour bus," he pointed out, hoisting my backpack over his shoulder. The words were sharp but the smile on his face was good natured.

"Sorry this is just way beyond what I expected. I mean, I grew up close to the Rockies but this is something so much-"

"Bigger, grander, impressive," Tyson interjected, quacking a single eyebrow. "I know. I had my first trip here not that long ago and it changed my life. I doubt it will do the same for you because you don't snowboard but when I came here after getting signed with Rush I knew that this is what I wanted to do. But, even if you don't appreciate it the way I do doesn't mean that this place isn't gorgeous."

For a moment I could only marvel at the beauty around me. The peaks of the mountains could not be seen, covered by clouds, and the world below was all white and fluffy. This is what it must've felt like to live in a snow globe. A very expensive snow globe, judging by all of the classy bars and tall hotel buildings.

Then, as we progressed into our mid-range hotel I was struck by the fact that, for once, Tyson hadn't made a comment about my ass or tried to wine and dine me.

But any positive feelings vanished when I heard Tyson speak again.

"What do you mean there is only one room?"