“Landry’s joining the band?” Rudd asks. “What’s her instrument?”
“The horn,” she smirks.
Davis groans but everyone else, including me, laughs for a good five minutes.
The nurse kicks us out and I draw Landry aside.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m good.”
“Well, I’m not. I was scared shitless.” I draw her into my arms. I don’t know if I can hold her enough. I bury my nose in her hair and take deep long draws until my lungs are filled with her scent.
“I was scared, too.”
“Really? You didn’t seem like it.” The vision of her running after Marrow will live in my head for a long time.
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nbsp; “I was scared and then I was mad and then I was scared again,” she says, leaning in to me.
I shift slightly, taking the welcome weight on my heels. “Adrenaline.”
I bend down and seek out her mouth. She tastes like life and hope and all my tomorrows. My arms tighten around her when I think of how close I was to losing her.
Her tongue slides against mine, and we spend countless seconds, minutes, kissing each other deeply. My hands drop to her hips.
“We need to find some place private,” I murmur against her mouth.
“Not another bathroom,” she replies. I feel her smile against my lips.
“Stairwell?”
“We’ll have to keep our clothes on.”
“Can I put my hand down your skirt?” I’ll take anything. I rock my growing erection against her.
Her small hand creeps around my hip to squeeze my ass. “Only if I can do the same.”
“Done.” I grab her hand and drag her down the hall, stopping at the first exit sign I see.
I sit down on a step and pull her on top of me. She straddles me, a knee on either side of my hip. Her mini skirt rides up. I might’ve helped it a little bit, just to make her more comfortable.
“I thought you said over the clothes.” she scolds, but there’s a smile on her face.
I squeeze her ass. “No, I specifically bargained for under the clothes touching.”
She leans back to place her palms on my knees. The laces of her shirt have loosened and the fabric gapes invitingly. Beneath her eyelashes, she shoots me a wicked look. “Then lets make the most of it.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Landry
“Are you okay with Adam and me?” I ask. Davis and I snuck out to get something to eat in the hospital cafeteria.
Davis runs a hand through his hair. “Does it matter what I think?”
I jam my fists against my hips. “Of course it does,” I reply indignantly.