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Landon stepped closer; his blue eyes darkened ever so. “I like your mouth.”
The intense gaze rolling off him was warmer than the autumn sun, and it positively heated me to new levels.
“Juice box?” I said, stumbling backward to root through the bag until I found a cool one and handed it over. Really, it was me who needed the juice box, but only to use as it an ice pack to coolmedown.
“Thanks.” Stepping back just a touch, he wrestled with getting the straw free of the plastic wrapper.
“Allow me. I’ve seen your golf game and you need help finding the hole.” I laughed at my own joke while tipping my head back slightly, making sure to keep direct eye contact.
“Hey.” Once again any gap between us was minimized. He wrapped an arm around my back, pulling me close enough to whisper in my ear. “I have no issues finding the hole.”
“Promise?” I stared into his eyes, begging with all I had for a good time later.
“Miss Stewart, is this your boyfriend?” Leave it to one of the youngsters to interrupt.
Stealing a breath and hoping my cheeks weren’t as red as they felt, I pushed Landon away and stumbled back to the table.
I didn’t even know how to answer. To the kids, yes, it probably seemed that way, and it would invite too many questions to explain the truth. Like the coward I was, I clapped my hands.
“Okay, snack time is over. Shall we finish up our game before it’s time to go?”
I blew my whistle and added a little wiggle to my steps as I grabbed the soccer ball and set it in the middle of our game.
Landon hung around for a bit, but with a quick wave, he walked Kingsley back home.
Late Sunday afternoon finally arrived, much slower than I thought possible. I’d missed seeing Landon’s charming face all weekend since he hadn’t made an appearance at the market. My best guess he was busy with the whale-watching tours. It was prime season, at least according to one of the customers snapping up Erin’s whale art. All day long, I’d found myself looking forward to seeing that sweet, sexy smile, and had even asked him what I should wear to the bonfire. His reply was short and perfect.
Whatever you like as long as it includes a pair of knee-high stockings.
The buzzer rang. Landon was early. Perfect, since I was mostly dressed and had been for the last fifteen minutes. A simple sweater, with three thick stripes in white, pink, and black, along with a black skort, underwear optional, and a nice pair of pink thigh-high socks.
For the first time in forever, I even dusted my cheeks with some kind of mineral cover-up, thanks to Iris who helped me out, but the makeup still felt thick on my skin. At her suggestion, I added a hint of a rose-coloured gloss we purchased.
I pushed the button and gave Landon access to the building. Within a minute, he ascended to the second floor and sauntered over to knock on my door.
Inhaling to calm my nerves, I counted to five. Didn’t want it to seem like I’d been watching him through the peephole. Finally, I opened the door.
With his hair perfectly tousled, he looked like he’d just stepped off the boat, and he smelled as fresh too.
“Good evening.” From behind his back, he produced a small gift. “This is for you.”
“Really? It’s not Christmas.”
He pushed it into my hand. “Does it have to be Christmas to get a gift?” His brows knit together as he studied my face. “I know about the lack of birthday celebrations, but please tell me you’ve at least had a Christmas?”
“We have, but just not the way you traditionally experience it.”
“This I need more details on.”
I shook my head and tapped the gift in my hand. “I’d rather not. I’m all for embracing new traditions though.”
“Open the gift please.” He was bouncing on his shoes, the tight muscles in his legs contracting together.
“First, why don’t you come in? We have time, right?”
He closed the door as I ushered him into my tiny living room, easily a quarter the size of his place. It wasn’t quaint, it was cramped.
Originally, when I first started renting, I thought the smaller the better. After a bit, I started buying more and more things at Castaways, and now I had an apartment full of mismatched items. But they were mine. Every. Single. One. I’d paid for them all and selected each one personally.
