Landon
me too.
Before I can respond, two more messages come in.
Landon
well, not psych.
Landon
i’m free
I’m smiling when a third pops up.
Landon
to hang out
God, he’s adorable. Is that weird to say? I mean, yes, obviously, because I’ve sworn off attraction, dating, andespeciallyadorable people. But, God,there’s just something so endearing about him. He’s huge, towering over me, and built like a cuddly teddy bear. You know, if that was something I thought about—like, ever. And somehow the bright pink blush that graces his cheeks all the time has got to be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Well, that and his dimple. No man this adorable should also have a freaking dimple.
No. Nope. Not going there.
Me
Can’t wait to see you guys.
Well, fuck.
Me
No. Not like that.
Okay, a little like that.
Me
Just let me know when you’re on your way.
Landon
leaving now if that’s alright.
Ben
Packing up my stuff now, Cotton Candy.
I can’t help but roll my eyes. Cotton Candy is the bane of my existence. It’s not that I hate it. Not really. It’s more than it induces stomach fluttering, and stomach fluttering is on the shortlist of shit I don’t want to feel.
Me
Okay, see you guys soon.
When there’s a knock on my door a bit later, I smooth down my shirt, trying to make sure I look presentable, then open it to find Landon. “Hey, you beat Ben.”
He looks past me, panic flashing in his eyes. “Oh shit. Did I?”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “You afraid to be alone with me, Landon?”
