Page 15 of All of You
I suck in a breath and blow it out. “Weird. Why were you waving at my mom?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. His laugh makes my stomach flip. “I was waving at you.”
Stop. Stop, stop, stop. I will turn eight shades of red and explode. This dining room will become a crime scene of Delia’s insides.“Sorry. I must have missed it. There was a lot going on that day.”
“I’m pretty certain you saw me,” he says and cocks an eyebrow at me.
Dude. Oh my god, why are you doing this to me?“Pretty sure I didn’t.” I set a plate and move to the next spot. My flip-flop catches on the leg of one of the chairs and I surge forward.
Langdon reaches out, his hands planted firmly on my shoulders keeping me upright. “Woah. You okay?”
I clear my throat and shoot him a dagger-filled look, tilting my chin higher. My bare shoulders burn from his palms holding them.
“Fine. Thanks.”
He lifts his hands in defeat. “Sorry. Was only trying to help.” I set another plate down. He grabs two off the pile in my arms and puts them in their places leaving one left in my arms. The fine hair on my knuckles stands up with static electricity where his fingers grazed mine.
“What grade are you in?” he asks.
“I’ll be a senior this year.” I put the last plate in its spot and rub my hands on my skirt.
“Me too.”
I nod.
“Oh, that’s wonderful. Langdon why don’t you get her number so you can show her around,” Anna says. She and my mother are standing side by side in the dining room entrance.
I shake my head a little too hard. “That’s okay. He doesn’t have to do that. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”
Mom grins at me in a knowing way that makes my insides curl and twist and I feel the bloom of a blush on my nose and cheeks coming. I pivot quickly to go back to the living room and face plant in a wall of firm muscle instead.
He smells like a mixture of chlorine and pine.
Langdon’s chest.
His palms are on my shoulders again, steadying me, setting my skin on fire.
He drops his head slightly and whispers, “Did you just sniffme?”
Having a body is bizarre. My body instantaneously wants to melt into his torso while my brain is screaming at me to say anything other than,yesto his question.But what comes out of my mouth is even more heinous than admitting I smelled him. “You smell different awake,” I whisper back.
It’s a terrible joke. I overheard it last year at school. Granted I had cackled with laughter when Tommy Sterling had purposely leaned over his girlfriend Tamara Herder’s hair and inhaled, while then reciting the line.
Hell, the entire classroom had burst out laughing, even Tamara. It was so ridiculous and creepy and funny that you couldn’t help but laugh.
But I was no jokester and Langston and I were not a couple, we’d just barely met.
Langdon takes a step back, wide-eyed and stunned. He laughs. Loud and from the gut. I glare at him. I steal the moment to run outside to the porch.
Alone.
Eight
Langdon
Her face lands squarely between my nipples. She’s so soft and supple. She glances up at me, blinking her long lashes slowly.
My cock twitches in my pants as she exhales. “You smell different awake,” she whispers then gasps. The little gasp is so adorably sexy, it nearly sucks all the oxygen from between us as I look down at her.
