Page 111 of Don't Look Down

“Landon.” His voice is heavy, thick with emotion.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’d really love that.”

My smile is impossible to hold back. “I want to take you to Luigi’s. It’s nothing fancy, but-”

“Shh!” His head pops up, and he places a finger over my mouth. His hazel eyes sparkle with moisture. “It might not be fancy, but it’s perfect.”

We endup swimming for hours, playing and wrestling in the water. Talking and sharing more languorous kisses. Sex would be fantastic, not gonna lie, but justbeingwith him is one of my favorite things.

This time with Sky is precious,he’sprecious, and I want him to feel it. I’m not in this just for the sex.

He brings out some food he prepared earlier, and we have a light lunch poolside. After our swim, we head inside to take a shower and dress for Luigi’s.

He pulls on a pair of tiny white boxer briefs that outline his cock perfectly. His dickprint combined with his fantastic ass makes my temperature rise, and I’m sure I can feel my brain melting. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

Blood rushes to my groin. Nope. No time for that right now. I step into my closet and pull on a pair of dark-wash jeans and a light purple V-neck tee Sky bought me. The outfit will pair nicely with the all-black Vans I have downstairs.

After I’m dressed, I step out into my room. He’s wearing his glasses, black skinny jeans, and a dark red, fitted ribbed tee. He smiles when he catches sight of me.

“Ohmigod, look at that color on you. I knew it. Your eyes are practically glowing.”

“Is that why you got me this? Is this color supposed to ‘make my eyes pop?’” I smirk.

He nods rapidly. “Yes. And, baby, it is working for you.” His eyebrows bob playfully.

I press my lips to his in a soft kiss. “Ready to go?”

“Yep. Let’s do this, boyfriend.”

Our dateat Luigi’s is perfect. We’re seated at my usual table. It’s near the back, and provides us with just the right mix of privacy without having Sky feel like we’re too secluded. Grace is just as smitten as I am, doting on him every chance she gets.

We order soup and an antipasto salad to share, and for dinner I order my usual since there’s a game tomorrow. He opts for baked ziti, because “carbs and cheese, yes, please.”

The food is delicious, and we devour every last morsel.

“Would you boys like any dessert?” She’s beaming at us like a proud mom.

Sky perks up in his chair, so I smile indulgently at him. “Go ahead. Order something. We’ll share.”

“Yes! We’d like the dessert sampler platter, please.” My eyes widen. I should have expected that. He sends a mischievous grin my way, and it’s obvious he’s enjoying my reaction.

“Your boyfriend here is a man after my own heart, Spence.” Grace beams. “I’ll have that right out for you.”

“Thank you, Grace.”

Shaking my head, I smile ruefully. “Not quite what I expected, but I’m down for it.”

He shrugs. “I couldn’t decide what I wanted, and now I don’t have to. Some of each, amirite?”

I laugh. “I can’t fault your logic.”

A few minutes later, Grace brings out our dessert platter with a slice of tiramisu, a giant cannoli, and a small bowl of chocolate gelato with fresh raspberries on top.

“Enjoy,” she says before bustling off to check in with another table.

Sky dips his spoon into the gelato first, scooping up a bite with a raspberry on top. My eyes are glued to his mouth as he chews and swallows. He moans and licks his lips. I need a taste. As I lean forward, his eyes track my movement. His lips curl, like he already knows what I want. Sky meets me halfway, our lips touching in a gentle kiss.

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