body. He buries his face in my hair and… Wait, did he just sniff me?
Maybe he did and who am I to judge, right? As I come down from my post-orgasmic bliss, my brain cells start working again. I consider where my dress is, and the most efficient way to get into it and out of his room.
Oh, shit.
I’ll have to do the walk of shame. I cringe and curl tighter against him, not wanting to move. He mumbles something else, and the next thing I know his breathing has changed. How could he possibly fall asleep so fast, especially when my brain is racing a million miles an hour? Oh, because he’s had sex numerous times and this is his M.O.
The party is still going strong, and my sister is down there. Not that it’s any of her business, but she sort of made it clear that she was after Landon. Shit. Did I cross a line, claim someone that she wanted first? Although, I’ve wanted Landon for a long time. Then again, how would she know that? Worry moves into my gut, and my muscles tighten. Did I make a huge mistake here?
Laughter rises up from downstairs making me painfully aware of my near nakedness, that I slept with a football player—had a one-night hook up with a guy I have to tutor for the next couple months. And I don’t even like football players, right?
I try to shimmy away, but he pulls me back. Wait, is he sleeping or not? And why is he keeping me here. I know their reputations. Women do not stay over. I settle myself for the time being and a plan comes together. Wait until everyone is gone, sneak out under the cover of darkness and pretend this never happened. It’s a good plan, right? Solid.
If I follow it carefully, nothing can go wrong.
6
Landon
I peel one eye open and then another. For a second, I’m confused. Who the hell is in my bed? I never let anyone stay over. Never. The fog clears from my brain, and my body ignites as memories come rushing back. I glance at the woman beside me. She’s anything but ‘anyone.’ Goddammit, I loved walking into my room and finding her in here. She was snooping, but the second my lips touched hers, it was clear what she really wanted. Hell, what we both wanted.
As she sleeps soundly beside me, I shove the blankets off and take note of my Angel’s phone on the nightstand. I chuckle quietly. I’m glad that Ella has a friend who watches out for her, but now she has me, and I’m going to make it my mission to make sure she’s always safe and always in good hands—my hands—and stays away from that asshole Cameron.
I push to my feet, and nearly fall to my death when I trip on my shoes. “Jesus,” I mumble, and glance over my shoulder, not wanting to wake sleeping beauty. My pulse picks up when she makes a moaning sound and curls deeper into her pillow. That’s when another thought hits me. Fuck. I grip my hair and tug. I’d have to be a total idiot to not know that she’d given me her virginity last night. The second I felt that barrier, the tightening of her body, two things happened. One, I fucking hated myself for taking it. And two, I realized that I was the guy she gifted it to and I don’t take that lightly. The truth is, the freshman hazing game always made me sick, and I would never want to trick anyone into giving me something so precious. Sure there’s crazy chemistry between us, but if she’d held on to it this long, it must have meant a great deal to her, right? So why me? Why did she give me something she’s been holding on to for so long? I’m not even certain I deserve it, but somehow, some way, I’m going to let her know what it means to me.
I tip toe to the door, and tug it open. The hall is as dark as my room, and I quietly make my way to the bathroom. It’s the middle of the night and I have no idea what time the party died down, I’m just glad the place cleared out. I don’t want Ella feeling any kind of shame when she leaves here tomorrow—after I cook her breakfast.
I take care of business in the bathroom, and head back to