Page 31 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
“It just surprised me, I guess.”
He turns in the bed so that he’s facing me full on.
“You are on birth control, aren’t you?” he presses.
I remain quiet.
“You’re not on birth control? Why?!”
He’s not angry, just shocked.
“I’ve never needed it.” I shrug and make busy pulling a feather loose from one of the pillows. Landon sits up in bed.
“Hailey, are you a virgin?”
I roll my eyes.
“Well, I’m not anymore.”
He stares at me.
“So, I just took your virginity?” he asks.
I nod.
“Wow. Why have you remained a virgin till now?”
He lays back down, throwing his arms behind his head. I shrug.
“I guess I was just waiting till the moment felt right.”
“And this moment felt right?”
I mull over his question.
“Yeah, it did. It felt perfect—tender, thoughtful, and genuine.” I smile, reminiscing about it already.
“Well, we’re going to have to go get the morning after pill.” He grins mischievously, and snakes one of his hands back to the pleasure center between my legs. “What do you say we go for round two?”
I moan lightly as he works me over with his fingers.
I suppose a round two couldn’t hurt.
Chapter Fourteen
Landon
Ipullintotheparking lot outside of the law building. My timing is impeccable, as students have started to exit the building in droves. I get out, lean against the car and shove my hands in my pockets as I wait for Hailey to come out.
She finally trudges out of the building, staring at her phone, her backpack almost overwhelming her. It’s huge, stuffed to the brim with textbooks and folders. Her gorgeous red hair is thrown up in what I now understand must be a signature bun. She’s wearing a pair of sweats and a tank top. She starts walking towards the bus stop when she finally looks up and spots me. Her eyes widen in surprise, since she isn’t expecting me. She starts heading in my direction. I lift myself off the car and meet her halfway, pulling the backpack free from her shoulders by the straps.
“What are you doing here? You don’t have to take that,” she says as I hoist it onto my own shoulders.
“Don’t be silly, I can carry it—Jeez, what do you have in here, bricks? This thing weighs like fifty pounds.” Hailey rolls her eyes, and to be completely honest, I love it when she does that.
“It’s just textbooks and binders. Do you not do much heavy lifting? And, you didn’t answer my question.”
“What question?” I ask innocently as I put her backpack in the trunk.
