Page 93 of Forgiving Fate

Landon: Sorry. Please have your ass in my shower in 10 so I can make you forget your name and everything else.

Allie: Running, make it twenty.

Landon: Perfect. I like you all sweaty.

Allie: Gross. We really need to work on your pickup lines.

Landon: See you soon Allie Girl.

Shaking my head, I zip my phone back into my pocket and return my gaze to Logan, who is standing there, looking confused.

Shit.Panic rises and I know I’m not ready for this yet, but I don’t want to blow her off again like last time.

Locking eyes with her, I hold up the “I love you” sign in sign language and smile.

Logan chuckles and swipes a tear off her cheek before returning the gesture.

We both stand there for a moment longer before I wave goodbye and start running towards Landon’s.

My head is feeling lighter than it has in months and I know I only have one person to thank for it.

“Your mattress comes in a few days.” Landon says as he pulls back the covers and climbs into his bed.

He adjusts the pillows to lean against the headboard and grabs his laptop off the nightstand.

“Do you want me to go into the guest room so you can work?”

Landon looks down at me snuggled in the bed. I threw on one of his t-shirts after he fucked me in the shower and twice on the bed before I passed out. And when we woke up hours later, we did it all over again.

“You know how I always promised to be honest with you?” he asks.

I nod.

“Well, I am being honest when I tell you that was the dumbest question you could ever ask. Why the hell would I want you to leave so I could work?”

I shrug, surprised by his slight annoyance.

“I am addicted to you Allie. Not like the fire that runs through my veins. Like the silence that comes when I am in your presence or I just simply touch you. You are my drug and I know it’s selfish and the farthest thing from healthy, but I don’t care. One hit of you and my mind clears.”

He doesn’t give me time to think before he places a gentle kiss on my lips and then forehead before returning to his computer.

I watch as he sits shirtless and types a mile a minute while glaring at the screen before muttering, “Dammit.”

My eyes bounce between the screen and his face. “Everything okay?” I ask.

Landon lets out a frustrated breath. “Yeah. Do you remember how I explained the levels of Resilience?”

I nod.

He scrubs his hand down his face and reaches into his nightstand to grab black-rimmed glasses and I am not ashamed to admit that my stomach just flipped a million times.

Tapping the screen, I focus back on the computer and try to hide my red cheeks.

Missing Person Priority Level 1:

Mission ID #: 75628

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