AmyLandon’s fiddling around with his phone, setting up the movie we’re going to watch. Meanwhile, the kiss on Landon’s front porch mere moments ago is playing on repeat in my mind. I yearn to do it again and again.
We spoke a lot on the walk over here, though I’m not sure we cleared anything up. All of this back-and-forth is making me crazy.
Sure, if this were any other guy, I’d call what we are doing—the saying a lot without saying anything, the flirting, the kissing—dating. But I can’t do that with Landon. There’s too much history. We know each other. We need to lay everything out in the open.
But I don’t want to be that girl. I don’t want to pester him for a label. He’s been in college two years longer than I have, so I’m following his lead. I don’t like it though. It’s not me. I’m n
