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57. Storytime

As I blink the light away when I wake the next morning, I'm glad that's its Sunday- I'll need all the sleep I can get. Paige snuggles into my chest as I turn around towards her and try to force myself back to sleep.

"I ache all over," Paige moans into my neck as she tosses a leg over mine under the blanket.

"From sex or high heels?" I place a kiss into her hair and she laughs quietly, her fingers tracing shapes over my shoulder and bicep. I flex it under her touch.

"Mmmm, both," she murmurs appreciatively and her cool fingertips skate up my throat and to the nape of my neck.

"I can't say the same, I could make you sore all day." I push my knee into the bed and hover over Paige's body. She pulled on one of my white t-shirts and red panties last night after our shower and I stare down at her with my bottom lip between my teeth.

Paige raises an eyebrow at me suspiciously and then pushes my chest so that I fall back onto the bed. She climbs over me and her hair falls down around her face.

"You mean to tell me that if I wanted to stay in here all day, you'd have the energy?" Paige dips her head to my chest and kisses around my shoulders, up my neck and then back down again.

I place my feet flat on the bed and bend my knees up behind Paige. My chin lifts into the air and I suck in a deep breath.

"I-I wouldn't be opposed," I mumble out and lift my hands to Paige's hair to pull her face to mine.

She laughs against my lips and shakes her head lightly as she pulls back. I pout at the loss of contact and Paige runs her fingertips through my beard.

"I was thinking about going to get drinks with my new friend Natalie and her boyfriend," she runs her fingers down the dips of my chest and looks down at me from under her eyelashes.

"Natalie?" I massage circles on the outer sides of her thighs absentmindedly.

"She's the one helping me pick out lingerie," Paige whispers sweetly and my eye widen.

"Of course! I owe her many thanks," I sit up in bed quickly until our noses are barely brushing. Paige wrinkles her nose and purses her lips to kiss mine.

"But first," Paige swirls her fingertips through my beard and giggles quietly, "we need to go shopping."

"For what?" I raise an eyebrow at her and silently pray that we are shopping for more lingerie.

"You," she murmurs against my throat as she kisses down it. Huh?

"Why me?" I pout at Paige as she pulls away and scrunch my nose.

"Landon, do you even fit in half of the clothes in your closet?"

No. Paige is right. I don't. Maybe a few t-shirts and a couple pairs of jeans, but nothing else. I think I've put on a few pounds since Paige kissed me that first time in my living room, but my biceps have also gotten larger. What a shame, I liked some of those shirts.

"You fit in them," I tighten my arms around Paige's waist and pull her closer to my chest.

"I didn't say we had to get rid of them," Paige chuckles and bites her bottom lip.

"I like when you wear my shirts." I say lowly, some subconscious truth spilling out of my mouth.

"Me too," Paige kisses my lips lightly and I fall back onto the bed.

Paige's POV

I could tell that Landon wasn't excited about shopping for clothes, but another stain on a shirt or a simple tear will clean out his wardrobe. I drag him out of bed, pull out one of the last remaining shirts that still fit him and toss it in his direction. I found the bag of clothes that Diane brought me and dig through it as Landon pulls on a pair of dark wash jeans.