❀Don't Cry, Daddy❀

23. Put A Label On It.

Lana's POV:

I felt my feet being tickled on and it made me shoot straight up out of bed so quickly. Come to find out, it was only Jon, obviously! If it was someone else, that would've been very scary, to say the least.

"Wake up! C'mon, Lana girl! We're goin' to be late, we've gotta go and pick up Maggie Mae from my parents' house," He said loudly to wake me up.

I groaned and got up off of the bed, putting a hand over my mouth since I was yawning a bit.

"Had a long night, huh?" Jon chirped, teasing me a bit.

"Yeah, and you're to blame, Langston. Don't be cocky or anything like that. Don't make me smack you upside the head before we go," I defended myself quickly.

"But before we head to my parents' house to pick up Mags, I was thinking that the two of us need to talk about what went down last night. We're talkin' it over breakfast and mimosas; hopefully that sounds alright with you!" Jon cheerfully informed me, his eyes staying glued onto me and what I was doing.

Honestly, it sounded like an amazing plan. It's been a hot minute since I've had a mimosa! Here's to hoping that my taste buds haven't changed and I still like them. Come to think of it, the last time I had a mimosa was one of the last times me and Madison hung out.

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I finished putting on my outfit for the day. It consisted of a burnt orange corset top, light blue jeans, and my cow print Hey Dudes. I threw my hair into two braids and put on a very light face of makeup. Even though I like being here in Nashville, their heat is far different from Nebraska heat.

Speaking of my home state, it makes me wonder when I'm going to be going back to Nebraska. Spending all of this time in the Volunteer state has my mind all boggled.. Not in a bad way, it just has me thinking of all kinds of things.

It's funny though because living out in the rural, small town of Sidney, Nebraska my whole entire life, it kind of makes me sad to admit that being out in Nashville and around all the high life excites me. It feels as if though my roots are starting to plant themselves into the Tennessee dirt... It feels so wrong, as if it's a sin to be having thoughts and contemplating the fact that moving here wouldn't be such a horrible thing.. But then there's my family in Nebraska that I'd be worried about if I were to make the huge move down here.

A knock was at the door and of course, not surprisingly, it was Jon. He probably came in the bathroom to ask me if I was about ready so that we could head out and talk things through about what happened last night. After breakfas, we have to swing by his parents' house to pick up his daughter. On the bright side, I'm excited for breakfast and mimosas.. Oh, and getting to see Magnolia too! I sure have missed her a bunch while she was away at her grandparents' house.

The second he had walked into the bathroom, he rested his freezing cold hands on both of my exposed, sun-kissed shoulders. It sent tingles through my spine; even though his hands were cold, it felt so good. His touch is so dangerous.. It's addicting, it's pure torture feeling him touch me. Is it bad to say that someone like me who isn't too experienced in the whole romance thing goes absolutely insane over just a simple, tiny touch?

His lips found their way to the nape of my neck. God, it felt so nice.. His lips were the complete opposite of what his hands were; his lips were warm, sweet, and plump feeling on the overly sensitive area of my skin.