An hour later, I come out of my room to catch up on the latest season ofBridgerton. This season is all about Colin and Penelope, and she is my absolute favorite character. She has been best friends with Colin all three seasons while secretly being in love with him. This season, he finally catches on, and boy do sparks fly?! I want someone to want and love me that fucking hard.
I stop as I round the corner at the sight before me. Landon is stretched out in his light gray sweats and white t-shirt in the corner chair with his bare feet crossed on the ottoman. He’s bathed in soft lamplight wearing glasses and reading a book...Oh man, glasses on a guy whose face is buried in a book does something for me in the best of ways.I’ve only seen Landon in his glasses a couple of times over the years; they suit him. This time though, the sight of him wearing them hits me with a deep, tingling, “UNH”, with all the extra emphasis.
His thumb grazes his bottom lip, and suddenly, I want to be that lip. He turns the page, completely oblivious to my presence. This shit right here, this is my version of porn. Hisforearms are tan and muscular. His biceps are bulging under the tight edge of the sleeves, and he’s not even exerting himself in any way except to shift his weight slightly in the chair. It makes those smooth hard muscles shift spectacularly underneath that shirt. That’s when he notices me. I gulp and walk to the kitchen for a glass of water.
“You thirsty for anything?”Ha, ha, ha. Maybe a long sip from my neck or lips?
“Nah. Thanks though,” he says roughly, eyeing me at the fridge in my baby blue sleep shorts and white tank. He gulps when he notices that I left off the bra.
I make sure to put a little extra hip into it when I make my way to the couch. Bending over at the waist a little more saucily than I typically would, I snatch the remote that fell off the couch at some point. Not like a crazy show of it, just a little “extra”. I don’t want to look like a complete idiot. I plop down, pop the top off my Sprite, and flip the tv on.
“Will I bother you if I catch up on an episode of one of my shows?” I crook a brow at him questioningly while taking my first sip.Mmm, that’s good.He clears his throat then looks back down at his page again.
“Go right ahead.” Curiously, he looks back up at me. “Umm, which show?Pleasedon’t sayOutlander. I don’t think I can deal with listening to Jamie and his “dreamy” accent tonight telling Claire all of the things he wishes to do to her.” Landon adds the air finger quotations to make his point.
I giggle because I never realized just how much he actually paid attention to what I said about the show, much less the actual show itself.
“You’re in luck. It’sBridgertontonight.”
He groans as if that’s just as bad, resulting in more giggles from me. He thought he was sly, but on more than one occasion,I caught him watching scenes here and there, captivated by Colin’s reactions to Pen.
“So, they’re best friends, but she’s totally in love with him? How can he not see it? It’s so obvious.” He side-eyes me, and for once, the glaring truth of our situation is not lost on me. I smile.
“She’s too scared to lose him. He’s too scared to take that step and make her his. Or is he?” I ask casually with another crook of my brow at him.
He clears his throat. He can’t help himself now. He’s fully into the episode with me. Standing up from the chair and stretching, Landon makes my tummy flip flop when that tiny sliver of skin on his lower waist shows beneath his shirt.
So hot.
He walks on over and plops down next to me, taking my soda from my fingertips, leaving me gaping there like a fish.
“Payback. Although, I think you still outdid me.” He blushes a little, looking cute as hell and sexy as sin at the same time, considering that panty-melting smile spreading across his cocky face. Time for me to clear my throat and refocus. Is he going to make a move? I’ll throw him for a loop.
“I’d say. You made yourself scarce in the bathroom for a while.” I grin.Ha.Top that. Is he going to play it off like nothing, or will he catch on that I know what I heard?
He blows out a forced, “Ha…,” and he blushes because he is a terrible liar. “Shit. Um, I’ve got nothing.”
I burst into laughter, and he can’t help but embarrassingly laugh back. I lean back and make the universal jacking off hand gesture and goofily moan in manly fashion, effectively sending us both into a fit of giggles.
He covers his face with a hand while basically dying, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably with his elbows on his knees as he realizes just how loud he apparently had been. He thenreaches over and mercilessly begins tickling my ribs, but when his thumb grazes the underside of my breast through my thin tank, my breath hitches and we both go still.
He sits back up and I fix the disarray of my shirt while we both look back at the TV.
“I couldn’t help it. Seeing you like that fucked with my head.” He sighs out a forced dark chuckle. “I’m grabbing popcorn.”
Pretty sure you could probably pick my jaw up off the floor right now. He just fully admitted to it. One point for Landon.
He makes us a buttery bowl of popcorn. We side eye each other every time our fingers touch in the bowl over the next two episodes, unsure of what to say to each other, or if we should say anything at all. We ultimately decide to stop after episode 3 and watch the mid-season finale ball episode another time. We both have an early morning between his practice and my exam. I also have to finish up my landscape sketch for art class.