I rubbed the back of my head.
Landon reached up and put his hand over mine. “Nah. It’s sexier this way.” He pulled my head down to kiss me.
I kissed him back, but not too hard: We were still at school, and it just felt weird to be making out in the halls of Chapel Hill High School.
The sound of echoing footsteps made me pause, my lips hovering over Landon’s. I opened my eyes and looked around, but I didn’t see anyone.
I rested my forehead against Landon’s. He slipped his fingertips under my waistband, right along my hip crease.
“You remember what we talked about?”
“Um.”
“My dad’s gone tonight.” He leaned in and kissed me again. “We’d have the house to ourselves.”
“Oh.”
My face felt so hot, I was surprised Landon’s forehead hadn’t melted into mine.
“Um.”
My heart raced.
“Want to come over?”
I almost wanted to.
Almost.
But what if Landon didn’t like the way I looked?
What if I was too big?
What if I was too small?
What if we didn’t fit together the way Landon wanted us to?
What if I didn’t like it?
What if I didn’t want it yet?
“Um.”
Maybe that was the only thing I was capable of saying anymore.
Landon looked up into my eyes.
“What do you say?”
I swallowed. “Nervous.”
“It’ll be fun. I promise,” he said. “I want this for us. Don’t you?”
“Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.”
He frowned.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
