Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
I shake my head, grabbing some popcorn. “That’s so mean.”
“Mean, my ass. The vows say ’til death do we part. Don’t marry me if you don’t mean it.”
“I’m gonna marry you and leave you for someone I don’t like just to get you to do my dirty work for me. Ha, you thought I liked that jerk. Joke’s on you. Thanks for the help.”
Landon smirks. “Easier ways to get it done. I’m gonna be real mean to you in bed for a while to pay you back for liking some other asshole. If you want me to take out the trash for you, just ask.”
“I can’t believe you’re so anti-divorce. I never even pictured you getting married.”
He shrugs. “I don’t care about the party or the paperwork. Whether we’re married or just doing life together without the ring exchange… I don’t care what your last name is, but what’s mine is gonna stay that way.” Glancing at me, he says, “You should know I take commitments very seriously. Hell, I’ve been holding you to one you didn’t even realize you were making when you were 12 years old.”
I smile, grabbing another piece of popcorn. Honestly, I’m low key delighted by his stance on all this, but for science, I have to keep poking at him.
“What if we got divorced and you met the hottest woman you’ve ever seen in your life, and I met the coolest guy you’ve ever met in your life, and we could have the coolest blended family ever? It would be like your ultimate dream group hang.”
“Nope. I don’t blend. You marry me, that’s it. You’re staying married to me.”
“Period?”
“The end. No returns. No exceptions.”
I smile and lean in for a kiss. “You’re unreasonable,” I tease.
His hand curls possessively around my waist, pulling me a little closer. “Damn right.”
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Once we’ve tired of the lazy part of lazy Sunday, we get some stuff done—together. I solve the mystery of whether Landon does homework when we do some together. I have an Uplift club meeting this week, so I spend a little time preparing for that in case I’m too busy over the next few days with Landon time now added to my schedule.
Afterward, he says he’s going to hit the gym. I decide to tag along. Not to work out, but I want to watch.
Watching Landon work out is definitely superior than getting myself sweaty. Although watching him get sweaty does get me a little hot.
When he’s done working out, as he peels off his sweaty shirt on his way to the shower, he glances back at me. “You coming?”
I bite down on my bottom lip uncertainly. Landon has seen me naked when we’ve been in bed before, but this feels different. Not more intimate, exactly, but familiar in a way that feels new.
“I don’t know,” I say, playing off my uncertainty as I follow him into the bathroom. “I mean, you’ve seen selfies of me brushing my teeth. I don’t know if I can live up to that level of sexiness.”
He smirks, embodying sexiness himself as he reaches in the shower and turns on the water to let it warm up. His body is so beautiful, even the way it moves doing such a casual thing makes me sigh.
Turning back to me, his green eyes warm and affectionate as he saunters toward me, he ebbs some of my doubts.
I let him grab my hips and pull me toward him, then I slide my arms around his neck and look up at him. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he returns with an intimate smile that’s just for me, one that makes my stomach explode with butterflies. He pulls me in for a kiss that makes my heart kick up a speed, then he lets his fingertips move lightly down my spine before he grabs my ass. “Now, take off your clothes and get your pretty ass in the shower.”
“So bossy,” I tease, lightly nipping his bottom lip before pulling back.
By the time I’m finished undressing, the shower is steamed up and ready for us. Landon put a couple of towels on the counter for when we get out, but I’m just realizing we have no clean clothes.
“Should I run upstairs and—?”
He grabs my wrist, tugging me toward the walk-in shower stall.
“Okay, guess not,” I murmur, following him in. “This will shock you, but I’ve never showered with anyone before.”
“I know,” he says before moving under the spray.
I stand behind him, licking my lips as the hot water soaks his hair and runs down his body, hitting every ridge of his slick muscles. My gaze naturally follows the stream down his abdomen,
My tummy jumps and I look away. “Sometimes I think it’s offensive how hot you are. Like… eat some cookies.”
He smirks, his muscles flexing almost just to be contrary as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I’ll eat cookies if you make ’em for me.”