Lovestruck (EDITING)

40: Feelings?

WARNING: Okay, so I hate these warning things because they're huge spoilers, but the following chapter is rather steamy and could be considered to be a little more 'adult' than the rest of the book so far. I did intend to have scenes like this in my book, so I'm sorry if this is a little shocking to you but this is how it's going to be. Thanks for reading, and there will be no more warnings like this one in the future! :)

"Excuse me," I mumble to the blonde who seems to be twice my height and she shoots me a glare.

Without thinking, I grab onto Landon's arm and lead him into the house, away from the rest of the crowd. My buzz is slowly fading and all I want is to be alone with my cute bad boy. I push open the door to Dani's bedroom and lock it behind us before spinning around to meet Landon's puzzled eyes.

"Did you want to talk about something?" he asks me, a confused expression covering his face, and I giggle at him.

I can almost see the smug grin underneath his puzzled facade, and it sparks humor within me. He's good. He's very good.

"Not really," I chew on my bottom lip to hold back my tipsy laughter and he raises an eyebrow at me.

"What do you want to do, then?" Landon takes a small step towards me, his eyebrow still raised, and I lean against the door, still holding back giggles.

"You know," I look up at him through thick eyelashes, "Just hang out."

"Skye, how do you feel?" Landon asks me and I'm suddenly confused by his genuine concern.

"A little tipsy," I admit with a chuckle, but the look of concern doesn't fade from Landon's eyes.

"I mean," he stares at the ground. "How do you feel... about me?"

I'm taken aback by Landon's question. I can't tell if he's serious this time, the way I usually can. Maybe he's had more to drink than I thought.

"Uh, I feel..." I stutter, unsure of what to say. "I feel like you're a little tipsy too."

"I wish you'd take me seriously, Skye," Landon turns away from me and I frown.

"I do take you seriously, Landon," I defend myself. "I'm just... a little confused. We've never talked about feelings before."

I feel myself sobering up as I slump down onto Dani's bed, crossing my arms. This is not the fun night I hoped for.

"Well, we're talking about feelings now," Landon announces and sits on the bed beside me, staring at the wall.

I watch the way his jaw tenses and he glances towards the ground momentarily as he waits for my response. He almost looks vulnerable, unguarded... weak. I've never seen Landon this way before. It has always driven me crazy how confusing and closed off he can be. But the boy sitting in front of me is neither of those things. He is open. He is human.