AmyThe home that Landon shares with his friend is only a block away from the house party. I barely remember the walk, too busy floating on a cloud of l**t and anticipation.
It’s dark and quiet when we enter. I’m assuming his roommate is at the party we just left.
Landon clears his throat. “Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty?” He rubs his hand down his jean-clad thigh.
I don’t want him to be nervous. I don’t want him to be thinking about what he should or shouldn’t do. I want him to do what he wants, which is completely in line with what I want.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I reply to his question with one of my own.
His chest rises as he takes in a breath. “Are you sure, Amy? We don’t have to. You don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t have to. God, I want to. Don’t you?” I take a step towa
