I slip out from under his arm, and creep toward my discarded clothes by the foot of his bed.
Shit. I only have my gown and heels from prom last night. That is not going to look good for my walk of shame.
“I’ll take my eggs scrambled,” Landon mumbles.
My head snaps to him. “What?”
“You got out of bed, so I figured you were going to make breakfast.”
I glare at the stupid smirk on his handsome face. “I’m at your house. You should be makingmebreakfast.”
He arches a brow as he lifts his head. “Says the one who was just about to sneak out.”
“Yeah, ‘cuz there was no breakfast,” I mutter.
“Come here.” He lifts the comforter and waits for me.
I slink back to bed, crawling in beside him and laying my head on his chest.
He presses a kiss to my temple. “Let’s hear what’s going on inside that head of yours.”
Heaving a sigh, I close my eyes. “I don’t know what to do now that we’ve...”
“Fucked each other’s brains out?”
I chuckle. “Yeah.”
“What is there to do?”
I lift my head and rest my chin on his chest so I can look at him. “You’re going to want to get married and have kids. The whole shebang with a white picket fence.”
He laughs so loud I hide my head under the pillow. “The only one who’s thinking about marriage right now is you, apparently. I give you the dick one time, and you’re already demanding a diamond ring.”
“Am not!” I poke my head out from under the pillow, my hair getting tangled in my face. “I’m just saying, you’re a monogamous guy. And you’ve always had a crush on me.”
He scoffs. “As if you didn’t have a crush on me right back.”
“I just thought you were cute,” I lie.
Landon rolls onto his side and props up his head in his hand. “Let’s take this slow. You set the pace you’re comfortable with.”
“You rearranged my guts last night. I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of slow.”
“Well, no one’s getting married, so you can cross that off your list of worries.” He brushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. “We’ve just met for the first time in seventeen years, so we have a lot to learn, despite how well we used to know each other.”
I nod, my eyes bouncing between his. “And if I want to have sex with someone else...?”
Landon rolls his eyes and pulls me on top of him. “You won’t.”
I spread my legs and straddle him. “You sound so sure of that.”
He thrusts his hips, making me bounce, and his eyes follow the movement of my breasts. “I’m going to treat this body so well, you won’t be craving anyone else but me.”
My brain fights my body as my core heats, wanting to tell Landon he’s wrong. But as he sits up with me in his lap, and drags his tongue along my neck, wetness drips out of me.
There’s no denying it. No one has made me feel as good as Landon did last night.
“But aside from the sex,” I say, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back as he bites my shoulder.
