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I try to process his words. But he keeps speaking, keeps hitting me with confession after confession. Fuck, it’s like we are in a Catholic church or something and suddenly I’m the priest.
“I miss studying with you. I miss breaking the rules with you, for you. I miss those lazy days in the summer where the four of us goofed off. Now, everything is a mess.”
My lips finally form words though they still sound weak and brittle. “I’ll be fine. Stop pressing into my business. I don’t even know why you care.”
“I care because I fucking love you. And I just know, you’re going to die.” Landon’s breathing trembles like he’s been holding those words in, replaying them in his mind this entire time.
I turn away. I don’t mean to feel so terrified by the statement but the crazy way he said I love you with the utter realization that I could easily die in the midst of this situation hits me like an oversized truckload.
“I’m sorry. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Well, which part?” I face him but close my eyes. What if he takes the words back? “The I love you part or the other one?”
I imagine shades of embarrassment and concentration shift over his features when he remains silent. I crack an eye open.
Landon rolls his eyes, gripping my shoulders, and looking me square in the face. My heart gallops in my chest. A nervous giddy feeling.
“I love you so much it fucking hurts, Dee. It hurts to see you like this. It hurts knowing there is nothing I can do.” He rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “Everything just fucking hurts.”
Well, shit. Call me a doctor because I’m going to prescribe him something for that pain.
My vagina.
The creases around his eyes deepen as he closes them tighter like he could push out the pain if only he tried really, really hard. I wish this situation wasn’t as fucked up as it is. I wish I could say I love him back. I mean, I do love him. But after everything, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say it to him.
But I can show him.
My stomach does flips, dropping in the most exhilarating way. It makes me wet almost instantly. His lips are just begging to be kissed. It would be a crime, quite honestly, if I didn’t oblige. My body may revolt if I don’t, seeing as every fiber of my being is just as desirous for his touch.
Before I can talk myself into running away I press my lips to his. Answering his I love you with this feeling all my own. One kiss turns into another, then another, each one more passionate than the last.
Both of his arms wrap around my body and he tugs me up to him, holding me tightly. The world quickly feels right again. Like being here in his arms, in this very moment, is exactly the path I am supposed to be on right now. Landon is meant to be mine and I’m meant to be his.
Stumbling together we fall back into his room. I kick the door closed behind us and let him lead me in a shuffling dance to the bed. In a tangle of limbs and voracious kisses we fall down upon the soft blankets.
Eagerly, I run my hand over his jeans. Landon pulls away at the touch, looking me over. His eyes drift from my face down to my breasts spilling out of my low cut top. The heavy gaze continues down the curve of my hips till he finally brings it back up to my face.
“Do you really want to do this?” Velvet soft fingertips trace my cheekbone before he brushes stray strands from my face and whispers, “God, you’re so beautiful.”
Untangling my arm from him, I pull at the buttons on my shirt, undoing them slowly. His eyes waver, torn between keeping his eyes on my face and wanting to catch a glimpse of the milky white skin under my shirt.
“Landon Scott. You’re an asshole.” I grin.
“Excuse me?” He laughs. “Not the way I saw this going.”
“Let me finish.” I stop unbuttoning my shirt.
His green eyes look fiery as he looks at my unmoving hands. “By all means, continue.”
“You’re an asshole. You’re rich as fuck and you’re too smart for your own good. But you’re also so good underneath all of that. So yeah, I want to do this with you.”
The last button of my shirt comes open and I pull the material back. His chest rises and falls faster, his fingers twitching at his side.
“Violet Demure, you’re the good one,” Landon practically pants.
Then as though he can not stand the distance between us any longer he launches himself toward me, planting a heavy kiss on me. Everything inside me ignites.
The bare skin of my chest presses against him but it isn’t enough. I grab a hold of his shirt pulling it up and over his head, only breaking our kisses for the material to pass over his face before we collide back together.
