When I woke up this morning, Landon wasn’t lying in my bed. I padded out of my bedroom with my pajamas buttoned to my neck, so Mom wouldn’t think anything fishy had gone down in my bedroom last night.
The thick, buttery scent of waffles drifted up the stairs. After looking for Landon in all the bedrooms on the second floor, I walked down the stairs. When I reached the bottom floor, I stopped and stared wide-eyed at Landon, who sat at the kitchen island across from Mom, who was … laughing?!
I quickly walked over to them, unsure if Mom laughing was a good or bad thing, and slid next to Landon, brows drawn together in confusion. She sipped her coffee and smiled over at me as Landon laid his large hand on my knee.
“You guys are …”
“Oh, Landon was just telling me about the first time you me
