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56. Proof

"Yep, spin around." I wiggle my finger in the air and Paige giggles.

She obliges and turns on her toes. Once we stumbled inside the house, Paige tripped on her dress and it slid down her body. It's safe to say that the dress didn't make it very far into the house.

"How come you never strip for me?" Paige puts her hands on her waist, right above the garter thing and pouts.

"I'm not nearly as nice looking as you," I put my hands behind my head and lean up against my headboard.

Paige shushes me loudly and shakes her head at me while she climbs onto the bed. I smirk down at her and look over at the clock on my nightstand- it's almost 1 in the morning.

When I feel Paige's cool fingers running along my jaw, I turn my head back around and look down at her. Her gaze is soft and not looking in my eyes, she's staring steadily at my jaw.

"I should probably shave soon," I whisper and Paige backs up in inch, her face stunned and eyebrows raised.

"No!" Her head shakes and the hair that was tucked behind her ears falls forward. "I mean, if you want to," she clears her throat and shrugs.

I wiggle underneath her and get into a more comfortable position, the wood of the headboard hurts my shoulder blades. Paige smiles down at me as I rest my head against the pillows on her side of the bed. I take a big whiff of the vanilla that floods my nose.

"This is so weird," Paige mutters lowly and I open my eyes to look at her smiling sadly.

"What?" I lift my hands and rest them on the sides of her thighs, the fabric of her stockings rubbing against my palms.

"I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror." She motions down her body with her hands and shakes her head again. "I feel so weird in this."

"You look delectable," I run my finger tips along the lace-top of the stocking and Paige squirms on top of me.

Then a thought hits me. When do I not think that of Paige? She looks beautiful in baggy jeans and a t-shirt, she looks beautiful in lingerie. Paige snorts at my words and leans her body to the side so that she topples off of me and onto my side of the bed.

I turn on my side and tuck my hands under Paige's pillow. She takes a deep breath and then stands from the bed. I watch her carefully as she opens a drawer in my dresser and drags out a plain black t-shirt.

Her hips sway all the way out of my room and out into the hall. She's going to change. I'm torn between disappointment that she won't be in the garter thing and excitement that she chose to wear one of my shirts instead of her pajamas.

With a kick to the door, Paige busts in with a large grin on her face. She looks much more comfortable in my shirt, one that hangs right under her ass cheeks and rides up on her thighs as she sits back down on the bed.

"Landon, I'm all for making your eyes pop out of your head," Paige shakes her head and laughs quietly to herself. I sit up in the bed and reach over her to pull her back down onto the bed.

"Paige Moore, I am just as in awe of you in a t-shirt as I am with those scraps of fabric," my knuckle drags lightly across her cheek as I murmur into her ear.

Her blue eyes stare wistfully back at me and I watch as Paige's cheeks pink. She really doesn't like to be complimented, but I can't blame her- neither do I.

"Now, if I had said something like that to you," Paige's fingers trail up my bare chest and thrum against my throat, "what would you have done?"

"How about this," I release her from my grip and lean back down onto my side, resting my head on my hand, "tell me whatever you want and I won't say a thing back."