Page 88 of Landon & Shay: Part One

“I just…you just…” She sighed. “You’re nothing like the person I’ve spent years building you up to be in my head.”

“I think the same about you more and more each day.”

“If you had to choose one word to describe me, what word would you choose?” she asked, and that was the easiest question ever.

“Good.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Good? That’s it?”

“Yes. Good. You’re good to everyone on so many levels, even people who don’t deserve it, like me. You take the time to look deeper into people and see things from different sides. You’re patient, too. That would be my second word for you. You don’t rush people to be what you think they should be. You just let them exist.”

“Wow…” She held her hand to her chest. “That’s the nicest thing an enemy has ever said to me,” she joked.

I snickered.

Not your enemy, Chick. Never your enemy.

“What about me? What’s my word?” I asked.

“Good,” she repeated.

“Copycat.”

“Maybe, but it’s true.”

I rolled my shoulders back. “I’ve been called a lot of things before, but good hasn’t been one of them.” I glanced over to her bookcase, which was filled with her notebooks. “Are all of those used?”

“Yes. They are all my character portfolios I make of people I know. It helps me craft characters for my stories.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are there any about me?”

She blushed. “Maybe a few.”

“Can I read them?”

She laughed. “Definitely not. Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Why did we hate each other?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because we were too stupid to face the truth.”

“And what’s the truth?” She inched closer to me, moving her lips gently against mine. Her inhales became mine, and my exhales belonged to her.

My lips parted and I swept them against hers. “The truth is—”

She cut me off by kissing me hard. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I placed my hands beneath her ass and lifted her up into my arms. She wrapped herself around me, and our kiss deepened. I swore I could spend forever against her lips and never get sick of her taste.

Some of my favorite moments in the world were when her lips were pressed against mine. Her kisses often tasted like the lemon candies she was always popping into her mouth, or like Sour Patch Kids, or Skittles.

My God, I loved her sweet kisses. I loved the way her tongue swept against my bottom lip before she parted her mouth so I could get a deeper taste. I loved the way her hands fell to my chest as mine cruised down her lower back. I loved how she moaned ever so lightly against my lips. I loved the way her spine curved in my direction. I loved how I fucked her with my tongue, and she’d fuck me just as hard.

I pulled back and looked at her. I wanted more. I wanted to taste her, explore her. I wanted to feed on her body and her soul.

“Can I…?” I nervously asked like a damn inexperienced fool, but I didn’t even care. If I was going to be a fool, it was going to be for her.

“Yes.” She nodded, moving from my lap to lying on her bed.

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