I didn’t know how long I laid there, enjoying the feeling of his sheets and soft comforter over my bare skin. Last night he’d told me to stay as long as I wanted, but it felt odd being there without him.
As I climbed out of his bed and placed my feet on the cool hardwood floor, I shivered and searched for my clothes. Finding my shirt hanging over the back of the kitchen chair, I started to slide my arms through the holes when I paused. Folded on the end of the table was a gray shirt with red lettering, and an idea hit me. Moving around the table, I lifted the shirt, and though it was clean, it still smelled of Landon. Lifting it to my nose, I breathed it in and wished that it was him there, my face buried in the crease of his neck, feeling his stubble along his cheek rub my own. My stomach felt empty at the loss.
Quickly, I searched for my bra, finding it on the counter where it landed after he removed it last night.
Once I was fully dressed, wearing his shirt instead of my own, I gathered my purse and keys. I stepped out in the hallway, making sure his front door was locked and shut securely, and I hurried to my truck.
It was a little cool out. Fall was always my favorite time of year. All the colors of the trees as they changed from green to reds and oranges, it was beautiful.
Tossing my purse into the passenger seat, my phone fell out, and an idea came upon me. Pulling my hair out of the crazy updo, I combed it quickly, checked my eyes for darkness beneath them from still wearing yesterday’s makeup. Once I felt good about my appearance, I held my phone out in front of me and ensured that the shirt I was wearing could clearly be seen. It ended up cutting off most of my face, only showing from my mouth down, but the shirt I wore was in full view.
Tapping out a message, I hit send and tossed the phone back to the passenger seat before driving home with a big smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Landon
Chloe: Your place is all locked up, but I thought you should know I took a souvenir.
Attached was a picture of her wearing my gray firefighter shirt. One I wore often when on duty. Immediately I felt my dick thicken, knowing she was walking around wearing my shirt. Having my name on her was a powerful feeling.
“Who’s that?” Will flopped down on the couch at my side with a big plate of bacon and eggs in his hands. “And why is she wearing your shirt?”
“Wait, is that the hot girl that brought you treats that day?” Rich piped in, and I knew where this conversation was going. Neither one of them had shut up about Holly since the day she stopped by. “The stacked one with legs that go on forever. Please, tell me she sent you a nude.”
“No.” The two of them were like teenage boys. “It’s not Holly, and just so you know, that shit is not gonna happen. Believe me when I tell you that girl is crazy.”
“Crazy is even better in bed, man,” Will said around a mouth full of bacon. “They get wild and do just about anything to please their guy.”
Visions of Chloe straddling my waist, her hands resting upon my chest as she shifted her hips, riding me slow, just before speeding up. Hard and fast, my toes curling into the sheets, me gripping her thighs, feeling my orgasm building with each thrust.
“You know from experience, don’t you?” Rich chuckled, reaching out with his foot to kick my leg. “She’s wild, isn’t she?”
Clearing my thoughts of last night with Chloe, I looked between the two of them. “Holly and I had a few dates, but nothing more.”
“And you expect us to believe that? You were just having a fucking flashback.” Idiots didn’t deserve to know I was thinking of Chloe. She was mine, and I wasn’t about to share even a small fraction of our time together.
“Holly is crazy, and I don’t mean in a good way.” They both waited, anticipating more. “On our third date, we both got a little too drunk and ended up outside in an alley behind Joe’s.”
“You dirty dog.” Will nodded as if he could picture the exact spot.
“It was nothing, it was interrupted quick, and then I had a moment of clarity. That’s it, nothing more.” I should have been honest with Chloe about it going a little further than a kiss, but telling a girl you were trying to win over that you were caught in the middle of nailing her arch enemy in a dark alley didn’t seem like the best option at the time. Chloe already hated me or thought I was a certain kind of guy, and I had to show her I wasn’t who she thought I was. That would have been the kiss of death. Besides, it was stopped before it got too far. No harm, so why do I feel sick every time I think about her ever knowing?
“So if the woman in the picture isn’t Hot Holly, then who is it?” Rich lounged back and kicked up his feet, waiting for an explanation. I knew I could give them a no one excuse and brush off this entire topic, but Chloe deserved more than that.
“Chloe.” Just saying her name made my chest ache remembering how I left her this morning. Naked in my bed, one leg peeking out from beneath the covers, bright red painted toenails, her blonde hair sprawled
