Page 40 of Only With You

I glance over my shoulder and find him keenly staring at my back. His brows are pinched and jaw set tight as he struggles to undo the knot. “Who’s the one struggling now?”

“You still will be if I can’t undo it,” he shakes his head in frustration as he attempts again to get it undone. “This is ridiculous. Seriously, who did this?”

“Polly.” I grin, enjoying how annoyed he is.

I shouldn’t be reveling in his frustration, because he could give up, but this is too funny. Especially since he’s cursing under his breath and saying words I don’t understand. It almost sounds like he’s speaking another language. I’m almost tempted to ask him, but I decide against it.

“Of course she did.” I’m facing forward again, but I’m sure he’s rolling his eyes. “Why don’t you just pull it over your head? It seems like it stretches.”

I take a few steps forward, adding some distance between us, staring at him, horrified.

“No. Absolutely not. I don’t want to stretch out the material.”

I have love for a lot of things, like my favorite YouTuber, mugs, hot chocolate, music, and the kids I teach on the weekends. But I have a true weakness for makeup, purses, and clothes.

What can I say? I grew up with a mother who’s a stylist. Of course I’m going to love all those things. I mean, what girl doesn’t?

Landon wipes his face with his large palm, blowing out an exasperated breath. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not kidding. I will not pull this over my head. I don’t want to stretch out the material.” I stand my ground.

A deep, sardonic chuckle rumbles from his chest. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”

He stares like he’s waiting for me to say that I’m kidding and I’ll do as he suggested. But all I do is stare right back, and even though I’m not saying anything, my silence is loud and clear.

It’s not going to happen.

“You’re a headache,” Landon grits, running his fingers through his hair. “A goddamn fucking headache,” he drawls.

Hmm…did it look disheveled like that earlier? It really looks good.

I blame these horrible thoughts on my drunken brain.

“Ditto.” Rubbing my temple softly, I huff. “Thanks for the help, but I got it from here. My feet are killing me, so if you could get?—”

“Do not take the heels off.”

My heart stutters and I freeze at the rough demand. “What?”

I search his face, but it’s blank. I don’t know why I thought I’d find something.

He approaches me. “Turn around.”

I tilt my head back, staring into those expressionless eyes. “Why?”

“Because the extra height is going to help me.” His gaze coasts down as if he’s assessing me. “Trust me and don’t worry. Your shirt will be fine.”

Hesitantly, I spin and wait patiently for whatever he’s going to do. I hear him shuffle behind me and take a hold of the knot again. And then I understand why he needed me to still wear my heels.

He’s going to use his teeth to pull on the knot.

Oh.

His warm breath tickles my back, causing a wave of goosebumps to cover it. I try to stand as still as I can, even holding my breath, but when I feel the tug on the fabric, a shiver runs up my spine.

All I can picture is Landon’s teeth on the knot, pulling gently not to ruin the fabric. But then the image in my head shifts to his teeth on my skin, grazing my…whoa! No, I didn’t think that!

Swallowing thickly, I cross my hands at my chest to hold the top in case he manages to take it off.

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