Page 64 of Snap Shot

His hands grip my wrists tighter.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbles, voice gravelly with slumber. Landon wiggles the perfect rounds of his ass into my hips. His idle breaths change to light snores.

This time I'm victorious. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 10:30 a.m. and I curse under my breath, hoping I can still make my mid-afternoon flight.

Luck is on my side. Landon snoozes through my hasty shower and doesn't stir when I carry my suitcase out to the living area to pack. And I mean packing in the loosest meaning of the word. Clothes create a disheveled mini mountain in the center. I flatten it so the bag zips up.

“Morning,” he croaks, interrupting my huffing and puffing.

So close! Play it cool. But this man never wears a shirt. And why would he? If I looked like that, I'd become a nudist. Act casual. Nothing happened.

Landon yawns and rubs an eye with the heel of his palm, ruffling his hair afterward. He sighs out.

“Itismorning. Did I wake you? I'm sorry.” My words rush out, not at all playing it cool like I wanted. I'm back to being out-of-sorts when he's around.

“You didn't. I couldn't sleep anymore.” Half-sitting on the back of the sofa, he shifts his weight to one bent knee.

I titter, nervous to be doing small talk after wrapping around my client like a spider monkey.

Palms dragging down his cheeks with immediate regret, he sighs again. “This is weird. Why is this so weird?”

My hands drum on my thighs. They have no idea how to act either. He knows. He knows I made him the little spoon.The first two fingers on each of Landon's hands massage circles into his temples, but he says nothing. I'm screwed.

My cell phone alarm beeps out. The handle of my suitcase clinks and snaps in its extension. “I need to get going.”

“Wait!” Leaping from where he leaned, Landon mutters to himself before continuing. “Can we talk? About last night?”

Yep. Totally screwed. Deflect! “Um,sure.” I tap my wrist. “I don't have much time though. The drive to Vancouver will take at least a couple hours—”

“Did you hear me?”

“Hear what?” That you wanted to snuggle for five more minutes?

Landon's tongue peeks out, lingering on a spot on his upper lip as his head drops back. “Shit. How do I say this?”

Indi, you crossed a line. You're fired.

“I can't stop thinking about you.”

My eyes flutter, rapid and confused, cartoonish in their blinking. “Psht.” I slap the air. “I thought we were done with these types of jokes. You're so lame.”

“I'm not joking.”

“Uh-huh.” I roll my eyes.

“I don't know how to make it any clearer.” Landon straightens and takes a step, halving the distance between us. “I keep imagining what it'd be like to be with you.”

My heart pounds when our eyes lock.

“And I think you feel the same.” He cuts himself off with one of his infamous smirks. “You've thought about it, too.”

He did literally catch you mid-O.

“Even if only in anobjectively, physically attractiveway.”

“Nice touch, Radek,” I retort.

He bends, tilting his head with a bow, super proud of himself.

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