AmyDesperate seconds where anything is possible.
His embrace.
His love.
Visible relief falls over Landon as he lets out a breath. “It’s okay. I put one on. When you were coming down from your first o****m, I grabbed one from my pants pocket and put it on. We’re good. We’re good,” he repeats as he lightly squeezes my shoulders.
I stare at him with such sadness. How can a moment of such high be followed by a moment of such despair? I pity him because he’s still in the aftershock of amazing s*x, but that happiness is going to come crashing down on him. He doesn’t even know.
I push his chest back, so I can walk past him. I grab a white robe from the closet and drape it around me. Normally, I’d be gushing at how soft it is, but right now, it’s simply an armor to cover my vulnerable, n***d
