sucks having someone call me on it. Wait. Pretty ? No one but Mom’s ever called me pretty. My whole chest warms up.
“Yes, but not since you claimed to have this odd little talent.”
Talent? “It’s not a talent , and I didn’t claim it. Y ou practically pried it out of me , and it doesn’t matter…” what you think , is what I want to say, but I can’t. I do care what he thinks. I don’t want to. But I do. He thinks I’m pretty…
“Can you help me with the groceries, please?” she asks as we get closer.
“Sure. Micah and I are bored out of our minds, aren’t we?” He gives me a grin of pure conspiracy and gestures toward his mom.
How am I supposed to touch her without her noticing? I widen my eyes and shake my head at him.
“Here, Micah.” He hands me a large grocery sack, completely unbothered by my reaction to his request. I have no choice but to take it and start toward the house.
He jogs two steps to catch up to me. His mom walks out of the house toward us. As she passes, Landon bumps my shoulder with his. Immediately flashes of our kiss hit me and then I bump into his mom. Landon’s dad, he hands her something shiny over a table, at a restaurant, a nice one. Her dress is red and crosses in the front. Next picture her back’s against the wall and he’s pressed against her, pulling her legs around his waist. She’s still in her dress, mostly. Passion.
I nearly fall over. Why couldn’t I see a pedicure or something? Landon as a kid?
“Sorry, Mom. My bad.” Landon shrugs. He turns to me. “You, okay?” He’s half laughing at me again.
“Fine.” I redden as I stare at the ground. I don’t want to tell him about that one either.
“So?” He looks at me as we walk inside.
I sigh, and put the bag on the counter of their massive kitchen. “Just so you know, I’m not happy about saying anything.”
He folds his arms, and raises his brows, waiting.
“I saw your dad give her something shiny over the table.”
“Shiny?”
“Jewelry. They were out to dinner, somewhere nice. But the picture was too fast for anything more.” My cheeks get hot at the next picture.
“What?” Again, his smile is mischievous.
“They’re together, after dinner.” I look away from him as I set down the grocery bag. “She’s still in her dress, a red one that looks like it crosses or something in the front , and he has her against the wall—”
“Ah, Ah!” He holds his hand between us. “Enough, enough! Those are my parents.” He shakes his body as if the motion will get rid of the picture he didn’t have to see.
“Sorry,” I snap.
He raises an eyebrow at me and makes a suggestive smirk. “If this is all some crazy made-up… You’re definitely more than what meets the eye…”
Complete humiliation washes over me, and I walk out of the house. I don’t want him thinking I’m sort of perv or something.
“Thank you, Micah.” Mrs. Michaels smiles as I step around her.
“No, problem.” I try to smile back, but when I look at her all I can see is her husband’s face and their moment together against the wall. Staring at the ground is much safer.
“Micah!” Landon calls.
I’m walking fast, but he jogs to catch up.
“Wait up!” He touches my shoulder.
I’m thrown into the vision again.
His feelings. The way his hand is on my neck. Our lips come together. T he boathouse in the background.
I close my eyes , and let it wash over me. The moment. The emotions. I take a slow breath in and release. Better. I’m at least not jerking away from him anymore. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. Our faces are close, not close for a normal person, but definitely close for me.
“You’re killing me here.” His smirk is back. “I don’t know if you’re screwing with me, or if this is all real.” He’s silent for a moment , and his shoulders jerk slightly. “I just got a chill, again. No matter what, you’re expert at getting rid of the boredom.”
“Glad I could
“Yes, but not since you claimed to have this odd little talent.”
Talent? “It’s not a talent , and I didn’t claim it. Y ou practically pried it out of me , and it doesn’t matter…” what you think , is what I want to say, but I can’t. I do care what he thinks. I don’t want to. But I do. He thinks I’m pretty…
“Can you help me with the groceries, please?” she asks as we get closer.
“Sure. Micah and I are bored out of our minds, aren’t we?” He gives me a grin of pure conspiracy and gestures toward his mom.
How am I supposed to touch her without her noticing? I widen my eyes and shake my head at him.
“Here, Micah.” He hands me a large grocery sack, completely unbothered by my reaction to his request. I have no choice but to take it and start toward the house.
He jogs two steps to catch up to me. His mom walks out of the house toward us. As she passes, Landon bumps my shoulder with his. Immediately flashes of our kiss hit me and then I bump into his mom. Landon’s dad, he hands her something shiny over a table, at a restaurant, a nice one. Her dress is red and crosses in the front. Next picture her back’s against the wall and he’s pressed against her, pulling her legs around his waist. She’s still in her dress, mostly. Passion.
I nearly fall over. Why couldn’t I see a pedicure or something? Landon as a kid?
“Sorry, Mom. My bad.” Landon shrugs. He turns to me. “You, okay?” He’s half laughing at me again.
“Fine.” I redden as I stare at the ground. I don’t want to tell him about that one either.
“So?” He looks at me as we walk inside.
I sigh, and put the bag on the counter of their massive kitchen. “Just so you know, I’m not happy about saying anything.”
He folds his arms, and raises his brows, waiting.
“I saw your dad give her something shiny over the table.”
“Shiny?”
“Jewelry. They were out to dinner, somewhere nice. But the picture was too fast for anything more.” My cheeks get hot at the next picture.
“What?” Again, his smile is mischievous.
“They’re together, after dinner.” I look away from him as I set down the grocery bag. “She’s still in her dress, a red one that looks like it crosses or something in the front , and he has her against the wall—”
“Ah, Ah!” He holds his hand between us. “Enough, enough! Those are my parents.” He shakes his body as if the motion will get rid of the picture he didn’t have to see.
“Sorry,” I snap.
He raises an eyebrow at me and makes a suggestive smirk. “If this is all some crazy made-up… You’re definitely more than what meets the eye…”
Complete humiliation washes over me, and I walk out of the house. I don’t want him thinking I’m sort of perv or something.
“Thank you, Micah.” Mrs. Michaels smiles as I step around her.
“No, problem.” I try to smile back, but when I look at her all I can see is her husband’s face and their moment together against the wall. Staring at the ground is much safer.
“Micah!” Landon calls.
I’m walking fast, but he jogs to catch up.
“Wait up!” He touches my shoulder.
I’m thrown into the vision again.
His feelings. The way his hand is on my neck. Our lips come together. T he boathouse in the background.
I close my eyes , and let it wash over me. The moment. The emotions. I take a slow breath in and release. Better. I’m at least not jerking away from him anymore. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. Our faces are close, not close for a normal person, but definitely close for me.
“You’re killing me here.” His smirk is back. “I don’t know if you’re screwing with me, or if this is all real.” He’s silent for a moment , and his shoulders jerk slightly. “I just got a chill, again. No matter what, you’re expert at getting rid of the boredom.”
“Glad I could
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