One day at a time.
It’s just Landon.
And we’re going to have fun tonight.
Excitement and anticipation course through my veins.
I’m going on a date with Landon Fletcher.
Teenage me would besoexcited.
“I’ll stalk your location so I can see where he’s taking you.” Ivori squeals. “Have fun!”
I wave before ending the call, and then I head downstairs.
Landon stands on the porch in jeans and a black T-shirt. But all I see is his backwards baseball hat.
I lick my lips and yank his arm through the doorframe. “Think we have time for a quickie?”
His laughter rumbles in his chest as he grips my hips. “It’s the hat, isn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nip at his bottom lip. “It just does something to me.”
“Well, you look sexy as hell, as always.” He presses a chaste kiss to my mouth and then holds me out in front of him as his eyes appraise me.
Landon said casual, so I went with baggy jeans with enough stretch to not feel like jeans, and a white spaghetti-strap tank top.
And sneakers, because duh.
It’s ironic he’s in black and I’m in white. We’re like yin and yang. Opposites, yet we fit so well together.
“As much as I’d love to, we don’t have time for a quickie.” Landon glances at his phone. “We have three-hour road trip ahead of us.”
My eyebrows jump. “I’m sorry, what?”
He grins. “I got us tickets to the PLL game playing in Albany.”
My mouth drops open. “We’re going to a lacrosse game?”
He nods. “California is playing New York. Figured it was the perfect opportunity to go.”
I arch a brow. “Oh?”
“Yup.” He pops the P on the end, and adrenaline shoots through me.
I swipe my clutch off the entryway table and drag him outside. “You’resogoing down, Fletcher.”
I’ve been dying to watch a professional lacrosse game for years, and I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else. It’s the perfect date choice, and he’s the only one who would’ve known it.
Landon laces our fingers together as we walk down the driveway, and clasps my hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. But this is uncharted territory for us. We’ve known each other for what seems like forever, yet it’s like I don’t know how to act around him.
How is he so calm? So sure that we’ll work out? Why isn’t he worried?
“Hey.” Landon stops at his passenger door, and turns to face me. “I know you’re freaking out in that head of yours.”
I blow out a puff of air, and roll my eyes. “I’m not freaking out.”
He holds up our interlaced fingers. “You’re squeezing me so hard I’m losing circulation.”
