Hot Summer Nights

8

Chapter Eight

Landon

Waking up with Leah in my arms was hands down the best feeling in the world. Since the first time she stayed over, it's become a regular thing. Instead of rushing to leave after I shower her with orgasms, she stays. She lets me hold her.

Words can't describe how amazing that feels.

I feel her shift beside me, watching as the morning sun makes her skin glow. She's fucking gorgeous. The time we've spent together lately has only made my feelings grow. Not that I've had the balls to tell her about them. But looking at her now, sleeping peacefully in my arms...

Maybe it's time. I can't come right out and tell her everything I'm feeling. That might scare her away. And that's the last thing I want. Maybe we could start slow, turn this into something more official. Then after a while, I can confess how I feel about her.

Yeah. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Leah stretches, opening her eyes with a yawn. "Morning."

Her sleep-heavy voice brings a smile to my lips. "Good morning, beautiful," I tell her with a kiss.

She rewards me with a throaty moan that makes my dick stir. I consider making good use of it before asking her the question that's burning in the back of my mind, but I want her answer when she's thinking straight. If I ask her after we have sex, she may agree and regret it later. No, it has to be before.

We can celebrate with sex after she says yes.

I nuzzle her neck, planting a soft trail of kisses as I go. Her back arches as I tease down her chest, stopping short of her perfect tits. My mouth moves slowly up her body, worshiping her skin as my lips meet her neck, her jaw, and finally her ear.

I nibble softly for a moment before whispering, "be my girlfriend, Leah."

Her body tenses beneath me, and a ball of dread forms in my stomach. I pull back to see her reaction. She's alert now, on edge, and gnawing on her lower lip. She looks... Worried? Upset?

I pump the brakes on my plan, needing to find out what's going on in that pretty little head of hers. "Leah? Babe? What's going on? What are you thinking?"

A few seconds pass and then she's pushing me away, scrambling to get out of bed. Fuck!

"Babe, what's wrong? Why are you freaking out?"

Her eyes snap to mine as she pulls her dress over her head. "I'm not freaking out!"

My hands run down my face as I let out a frustrated sigh. "Is this because I asked you to be my girlfriend?"

She rolls her eyes. "You didn't exactly ask, Landon. You demanded."

Shit, she's right. I open my mouth to apologize, to try to save the situation, but she cuts me off.

"Why mess up your perfect little arrangement by getting a girlfriend, anyway?"

"What the hell are you talking about? What arrangement, Leah?"

She shakes her head. "Forget it. Clearly this," she gestures between us, "had an expiration date. Now, you're free to go do whatever and whoever you want. Nothing holding you down. No girlfriend to make you feel guilty."