Page 149 of Only With You

That solidifies my decision and I go up to his door and knock.

It doesn’t take but a second before I hear movement from the other side and the door opens.

“I pas—” The words shrivel up and die. My heart painfully clenches and my stomach bottoms out hard and fast. I almost feel sick.

I swallow dryly as I chant in my head that he’s not my boyfriend while staring at a pretty brunette who’s wearing his shirt and sweats.

“Hey.” Her shocked expression lasts but a second before she’s smiling at me. “Landon’s in the shower. He should be out soon.”

I’m momentarily stunned until I finally break out of the trance. “I got the wrong room.” I spin on my heel and bolt down the stairs, forcing the hurt and anger away.

Someone asks something, I’m not sure who, nor do I care to find out what they said because I’m speeding out of the house and into my Rover, dropping the Tupperware on the passenger seat.

My heart is dangerously racing, my head is spinning, and my fingers are shaking. I know I’m being dramatic because we’re nothing. The reminder of his absence and silence these past few days are telling.

“Fuck!” I groan when the belt locks in place as I try to pull it over my chest and when I do it again, it locks. “Damn it,” I grunt, letting it go, and faintly hear the metal smack against the seat before I turn on the engine.

My door opens before I drive off and Landon stands next to me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

It pisses me off even more because he looks hotter than ever. Water drips from his very wet hair, the droplets falling onto his broad shoulders and hard chest. The drops continue to descend, dipping and running between every curve and ridge ofhis sculpted and defined stomach. Some cling to the small strip of hair below his belly button and then to the towel around him.

“You better move before I run you over.” I try to shut the door, but he holds it in place. “Let go.”

“No, why did you leave?”

My body turns ice cold, my eyes narrow into slits, and my fingers fidget on my lap, baiting me to slap the shit out of him.

“I’m really tempted to commit manslaughter, so I advise you to back up.”

“You mean, homicide. Manslaughter is killing someone without intending to do so.”

I swear every ounce of me is yearning to run him over. The anger I’m repressing is close to exploding.

“Now, lose the attitude and tell me why you’re mad.” He squints and slightly shudders, shoulders down to his stomach, breaking out in goosebumps. It’s obvious he’s freezing, but he stays put, holding my glare and the door.

“I’m over this and you. Fuck whoever you want and I’ll?—”

“Don’t finish that.” His eyes darken and his chest puffs out.

“I’m just doing what you’re doing.”

His brows cinch, but then the most infuriating smirk blossoms on his face. “Jealousy looks good on you.”

I scoff. “I’m not jealous.”

“Good. You have no reason to be jealous of my half-sister.”

“Half-sister?”Oh.

“Lucy’s wearing my clothes because she dropped coffee on herself. Because she’s a fucking klutz.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath. “But if you don’t believe me, Jagger and Malik will tell you that she’s my half-sister.”

“Why didn’t they tell me when I got there?”

“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out,” he replies, agitated, but his voice softens. “I’ve no intention or desire oftouching anyone that isn’t you. I’m sorry you thought I did, but you’re going to have to get out or I’ll get you out myself.”

I think about it for a second, but when I see a shake on his shoulders as a chilly breeze passes us, I shut the engine off and grab the Tupperware.

“I made these for you.” I hand it to him as I climb out. “Just thought I’d thank you for taking a chance on me. I also wanted to tell you that I passed. I made a ninety-four.”

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