"You can't truly love him; you deserve someone who complements you better," he insisted, his hands suddenly planting themselves on the wall by my head, his arms fixed in position. "You wouldn't understand," I replied through clenched teeth. Landon leaned in closer, his gentle lips brushing against my neck, causing an involuntary gasp from me. "I assure you, I know what kind of person is perfect for you," he whispered softly. "Recall that evening at your house after dinner?" he inquired, trailing kisses up my earlobe. I trembled, nodding in response. A tender smile graced his lips against my skin. "I really did want to kiss you then," he confessed.
