Page 57 of Don't Look Down

“You’re pale. What’s wrong?”

I have no words. My throat is tight with the panic that’s trying to overtake me. Wordlessly, I hand him my phone. His face clears in understanding and a short laugh escapes. “Oh, fuck yeah. Dude is badass. Oh my god. Look how he sent the messages. That’s so clever. Expect invisible ink pics from megoing forward.” He laughs harder. At my expense, as usual. “Look at this! That view is incredible.”

He shoves the phone in my face, and I shove it away. “Saw it, thanks. And now I need a minute to recover.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says absently. Full on distracted. Still scrolling. Fuck. Too much scrolling. This nosy ass is reading our messages.

Standing, I reach out and snag my phone. “Ready to head out?”

He smirks at me unrepentantly, and replies, “Yeah, man. There’s some room service calling my name. I’m starving.”

The rest of the texts will just have to wait until I’m alone in my hotel room.

20

Landon

Leigh’s excitement for room service wanes by the time we reach the hotel lobby. We end up eating in the restaurant, which is luckily open late. About an hour or so later, I’m finally settled in my bed.

Sky’s the Limit: I took a bunch for DZPB’s IG.

Sky’s the Limit: Which reminds me. You still haven’t followed me back.

Sky’s the Limit: Rude.

Sky’s the Limit: Or are you one of those celebrities who has a PR person running their page?

I’m so fucking stupid. Why has this never occurred to me before? It’s only logical to think a fan would be following their favorite athlete from their favorite team.It wouldn’t have been hard to find, if my conscience would have allowed it. Now I have the green light.

In the Instagram search bar under my followers, I typeSkyand I’m fucking floored when the first profile that pops up is his.Literally titled skys_the_limit. He’s been right under my nose the whole time.

His feed is slightly chaotic, which fits his high-energy personality. He posted some pictures and videos from the drop zone today. There are some selfies of him in gray scrubs. Snapshots of food, mostly sweets, and drinks like coffees and margaritas. Kayaking with Cayden according to both the caption and tags. Cayden has reddish brown hair, a hoop in his nose, and an adorable impish smile surrounded by a small amount of stubble.

Using my thumb, I scroll further, and freeze.

Fuck my life. He’s wearing chunky, black-rimmed glasses, a black tank top, a mischievous smile and a whole-ass sleeve of tattoos.

Tattoos are one of my weaknesses. The black ink enhances the curves of his muscles. Deliciously tempting. Any second now, I’ll be drooling.I’d love to trace those tattoos with my tongue.And who knew glasses could be sexy? Fuck, they are working for him.

Who am I kidding? Everything about Sky just works.

My cock jumps beneath the sheet, begging for some attention. Closing my eyes, I can clearly imagine the smooth glide of my tongue along his tan skin.

My phone vibrates. Regretfully, I drag myself out of the fantasy I shouldn't have let myself start to fall into. Another two notifications pop up at the top of my screen. I swipe down to view the messages, and see both Sky and Savannah have texted me. A laugh escapes me as I read Sky’s first.

Oops.

Sky’s the Limit: Are you alive, boo?

Sky’s the Limit: Or did my pics kill you?

Yes, Sky, they surely have.

Me: LOL, yes, I’m good. Def alive.

Me: Just exhausted. Had dinner with Leigh, and now I’m in bed relaxing.

Sky’s the Limit: Samesies. Obvs not for the whole dinner part, just the in-bed part.

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