Page 26 of Fear of Love
“First an apology, then paying at Rick’s, a beer at the hockey game, and now this. I’m starting to think you really did hit your head.” I tilted mine to the side. “How many fingers am I holding up?” I raised three.
“So fucking funny,” Landon muttered, which only made me grin. “Do you want something or not?” His tone was gruff.
I could mess with him all day, but I decided to be nice.
“I’ll have whatever you get.” All I got was a nod before he stood and slipped out of our row along with the guys.
“The sexual tension between you two is insane,” Mila commented next to me.
“Landon and me?”
“No, you and that guy over there.” She deadpanned. “Of course you and Landon. Just sitting by you guys, I’m getting hot.”
“We aren’t—” I started to say but got cut off.
“I can feel it over here,” Evelyn remarked, leaning around the others. My eyes widened as Landon’s mom added into the conversation.
“I…uh…” I couldn’t seem to find words.
“We told her she should do something about it,” Tasha added.
“I’m not?—”
“She needs a little push,” Josie also chimed in. I sat there listening as they talked about Landon and me getting together. I should’ve probably been mad at them talking about my love life, mynonexistentlove life, but I couldn’t bring myself to be that upset. I knew if I told them to stop, they would. Plus, it wasn’t like they were wrong.
There has always been an attraction with Landon. Sure, most of the time I was trying my best not to throttle the asshole, but I would’ve had to be blind to not notice how attractive he was.
My mind flashed back to the moment where things between Landon and mealmostchanged. There were multiple instances in Australia where things weren’t so… innocent. The others don’t know, but Landon and I kissed while we were on vacation.
I never said anything to anyone because I wasn’t even sure what to make of it. It was our final night in Australia. We went to a club to celebrate Josie’s engagement, and I had one too many drinks as I danced with the girls.
Everyone had gone back to the hotel, leaving Landon and me alone. The two of us walked back in silence, our hands brushing with every step. He was almost pressed against my side, probably to catch me in case my drunken legs decided to give out.
When we got to my room, the same room I was sharing with Tasha, the tension between us crackled with energy that made my head fog even more than it was. One second I was standing there, staring up at Landon, and the next, I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down for a kiss.
I could still feel the tingle on my lips. Even in my drunken stupor, I had known kissing him was unlike anything else. He only hesitated a second before grabbing me by the waist in a tight grip and smashing his lips against mine.
And then it was over just as quick as it began, but it hadn’t stopped me from feeling it all the way down to my toes. I remember the look on Landon’s face afterward. The one that told me how much he regretted it. Before I could say a word, he wished me goodnight and left me standing there, staring at his back.
The morning after, Landon pretty much ignored me the entire plane ride. When we got back to Toronto, things wentback to normal. I only saw him when we all hung out, and he went back to being an ass.
We haven’t spoken about it since. Maybe he thought I was too drunk to remember, or he truly thought it was a mistake. There was no point in telling anyone when it was just a stupid kiss. It wasn’t like he declared his love for me or anything. Plus, I did everything I could to shove that night into the back of my mind and not think about it again.
A nudge on my arm jerked me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“Daydreaming about your man,” Mila cooed.
“Oh, fuck off.” I rolled my eyes. Everyone laughed, but thankfully, the conversation seemed to go elsewhere. Thank god, because the guys showed up next, armed with drinks.
“Here.” Landon extended a can of beer as he sat down. I looked at it in surprise. A Molson. I guess Landon did have good taste.
“Thanks.” I reached to grab some cash from my pocket when a hand on my arm stopped me.
“I got it.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Landon shook his head. I wanted to argue, but he turned to talk to his mom. I was trying my best not to overthink him buying me a drink when he didn’t have to.Just accept the beer, Lydia.
