Author Anonymous_ A True Story - E.K. Blair Page 0,5
the edge of my bed, and sit down before admitting, “I don’t know. I guess I was embarrassed. I mean, what was I going to say to you, ‘I don’t like him because he’s perfect and nice and it makes me feel gross’?”
“That’s exactly what you should have said to me.” She shifts to sit on the edge of her bed so we are face to face. “Do you still feel that way?”
“No.”
“What are you texting about in the middle of the night?” she teases, and I quickly respond.
“None of your business, you little perv.”
Her face lights up. “Let me read!”
“God, no!”
“Come on.”
“You are so nosey, you know that?”
“Yes, I am well aware. So, are you going to let me read?”
“Absolutely not,” I say, and before she can continue her begging, my phone buzzes with an incoming call from Landon.
“I’m downstairs in the lobby.”
“Okay, I’ll be right down.”
I grab my purse and give myself one last lookover before turning back to Brooke, saying, “Stay out of trouble while I’m gone, will ya?”
“Never,” she responds with a smile as she gets off her bed and walks toward me. “You’re right. Landon is nothing like Trey, which is why he’s perfect for you.”
I look at my best friend and then pull her in for a hug. “Thank you.”
When I make my way to the dorm’s lobby, I see Landon sitting on one of the couches. He looks amazing in his dark-wash jeans and charcoal button-down. His hair is styled perfectly—not a strand out of place. He stands as I walk over to him, and the smile he wears so beautifully releases a flutter inside me.
“You look amazing,” he says before giving me a soft kiss to my lips.
Even though we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now, we’ve been taking things really slow—slower than most girls my age would. Our physical relationship has been very PG-13, aside from the late-night dirty texting. I’m fairly reserved, I always have been, but then again, I’ve only ever been with one guy.
As we walk out of the building, I catch a few girls giving Landon a gawking eye. He looks down at me and jokes, “Maybe I should’ve done the whole college thing. Apparently, I’m a stud.”
I playfully jab his ribs and laugh along with him. His humor is one of his best traits.
He takes me to The Barking Crab where we sit on a wooden picnic table along the water and enjoy lobster and a bucket of crab legs. We take our time, talking and enjoying the sunset before we head to his place. Landon lives in the heart of Boston in an amazing warehouse loft with exposed brick and hardwood floors. I flop down on the leather sofa while Landon grabs some wood and gets the fireplace going.
My eyes are on his as he walks toward me and joins me on the couch. The sight of him releasing a swarm of sharp-winged butterflies in my stomach. With his arm slung over my shoulders, he tucks a lock of my long brunette hair behind my ear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says softly, and the compliment makes me blush.
I run my hand along his clean-shaven jawline. The only light in the room coming from the flickering flames of the fire. My heartbeat kicks up when he moves in and kisses me. His lips are warm against mine, and I immediately soften against him. He shifts over me and lays me down on my back, my legs opening for him to settle himself between.
His kisses are soft and slow, deliberate with every brushing sweep of his tongue along mine. My mouth is marked by his taste, and I want to lose myself completely with him, but I’m unable to. The thought of letting myself go scares me, as it does every time I find myself in moments like this. I want him badly, but I know all too well how quickly a person can change their colors, and I’m scared I’m just setting myself up to get hurt again.
Landon begins moving his body over mine, and I instantly tighten my grip on his hips, attempting to halt him. He catches my signal and slows himself down. My face is hot when he drags his lips from mine, taking his sweet taste from my needy mouth. When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at me.
Slightly embarrassed, I whisper bashfully, “I’m sorry.”