SEVENTEEN | Sir

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POV | Isabelle Opening my eyes I glanced up seeing Landon's face, him looking ahead as he held me in his arms against his chest. I looked around realising we were in the house, him making his way up the stairs with me in his arms. I heard a slight chuckle making me look back up, only to catch him gazing down at me in his arms "Good-morning sleeping beauty" I yawned into his chest, reaching up placing my hand on it making him smile. I suddenly shifted in arms at his words, Morning?! Wrapping both my hands around his neck I looked to him "W-wait did I?..." He laughed at my reaction holding me tighter to him as he made it towards his room. "No Princess, you passed out about 20 minutes ago. I thought maybe my bed would be a little more comfortable for you" I relaxed in his arms resting my head back against his chest as he opened his bedroom door with his elbow. Walking in he gently laid me on his bed, I let my hands run along his sheets remembering the last time I was here. He placed his hand under my chin pulling my eyes to his before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on my lips. I blushed at the sudden contact melting into his single hand, he winked at me before turning away and walking towards his closet. Sitting up I rested on the headboard of his bed before looking around for my phone "Hey Landon?..." I spoke, my mind instantly snapping back to what happened earlier. "Don't call me Landon... call me Sir" I bit my lip at the memory, am I meant to call him Sir all the time?... I swallowed the lump in my throat as he walked back out wearing nothing but black sweats, his eyes focused on me. Still no response, maybe I should?...
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