CHAPTER 22
M I R A N D A
He’s really there no matter how many times I have blinked now.
He’s there.
He’s wearing a black Adidas jogging pants, a plain white shirt, a pair of red running shoes and that drowning light blue eyes of his which are glued on mine.
Holy f*****g ass!
It’s really Landon.
The Landon Thompson from Satellite Patrol who I have always adored for so many years now.
Joan stands, “I’m glad she’s gained conscious Mr. Thompson.”
“I’m glad too. Thank you Joan.” Landon smiles at me, “Hi love.”
Holy ass, I should be old for fangirling but I can’t stop myself from doing so since Landon just freaking called me love.
He begins to walk closer to my bed and sits down right next to me with curious eyes. I wonder how I’m going to react right now after what just happened t
