Page 151 of Only With You

Landon considers it, then rolls his eyes and takes the lid off. “Only one.”

No one, except for Lucy, takes one. For being so desperate, Jayden doesn’t even lift a finger.

“Here we go,” Landon mutters, and before I get to ask what that means, Jayden raises his arms as if he were going to hug me, but Landon stops him.

“Grab the square, not her.”

He raises his hands in surrender and directs his attention to me, and stares at me like I’ve unveiled some superpower, as do Saint and Malik. Jagger stares at me astonished.

“You have no idea the power that you hold.” Lucy snorts, earning another eye roll from Landon.

“She’s right, you need to come more often. Then he’d be willing to share?—”

“Grab the square before I change my mind,” he snaps at them.

The guys smirk as they all grab one quickly, except Jagger.

“Don’t take it personally. He just doesn’t like sweets,” Jayden explains through a mouthful as if he could read my thoughts. “Mmmmm, Jesus, Juls, these are like an orgasm in my mouth.”

I hold back my smile at the way they all nod in agreement.

“Anyway, I gotta get going. My Uber is here.” Lucy licks her fingers and smiles at me. “Julianna, it was so good to meet you. Sorry about the misunderstanding, but thanks for making my day. I’ve never seen Landon so…well—” She waves her hand over the length of his body. “I mean, look at him. No shoes. No clothes. No contacts or glasses. You got him standing here in nothing but a towel. This is great.”

She’s rushing out quick goodbyes before I get a word in, then shuts the door behind her.

“I guess I should?—”

“No, you’re coming with me,” Landon says. It’s not a question, nor a demand but a statement.

I should leave, but instead, I let him guide me up the stairs while his friends’ eyes follow us not so discreetly.

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JULIANNA

“I didn’t knowshe was coming, but I should’ve known. She likes to do this, show up randomly.” He rakes his fingers through his wet hair.

I shouldn’t, but I hyperfixate on the way his tattooed bicep bulges, staring at the deep indent below his deltoid, and my mouth waters at how firm and toned his arms are.

Then I make the mistake of letting my eyes coast down his inked torso and stop at the towel hanging loosely at his hips.

“Are you done eye fucking me or should I put some clothes on?” he arrogantly questions.

I stare at him apathetically, or at least, doing the best that I can. Internally, my mind is in turmoil, uncertain about what I should and shouldn’t be feeling for him.

Everything happened so fast, my brain hasn’t caught up the way my heart has. It’s beating at a pace that should be alarming and concerning for reasons that are becoming harder and harder to ignore.

I settle on, “Doesn’t matter. I won’t be here long.”

That cuts the playfulness in his eyes. “And what if I don’t want you to leave?”

My pulse soars wildly. “Are you just saying that because I brought you those?”

“No, it’s not because you brought them, but thank you. Though I don’t appreciate you making me share them, because I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

Landon sets the Tupperware on his desk and grabs his glasses as he sits on the edge. He puts them on then folds his arms against his chest and ankle over the other.

The connotation in his words makes my head spin and I tell myself not to overanalyze them.

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