Stars Aligned

(17): The escape

"Two rooms, please." Landon said to the receptionist while tapping on the desk. "One moment." The lady mumbled and then started typing on her computer. After standing there in silence, watching her intently for a couple minutes, she said "there is only one room left." She looked up at us.

What is going on? Seriously. Landon looked at me for a few seconds, probably to see my reaction, but I gave him none. "We'll take it." He mumbled in what felt like desperation, because there was a hint of anger in his voice.

"Room 155..." He said and fidgeted with the keychain. Once we got to the room, there was one, fat bed in the middle of the room. The bedspread was in a plum color, lighting up what would otherwise be a boring room. The wallpaper was sage green with flowers on it. It looked like how my 88 year old grandma would furnish her house.

Also, I was not happy, to say the least. One bed? This is literally some sort of karma, and for what? I don't know. "You're kidding me." I outed, looking up between the bed and him. "Unfortunately not."

"I can sleep on the floor. I'm flexible." He suggested. I wanted to praise him with "gentleman" like I had to Liam, but stopped myself last minute. "Uh," I said for a moment, contemplating if I should let him sleep on the floor, but decided against it. "It's fine. We'll just build a pillow wall."

"A pillow... wall?" He said with amusement in his voice. "Yeah, you know... we build a wall between us with pillows." I looked up at him to see him already staring at me. "I know what that means. What I meant was, do we really need to do all that?" He chuckled. "Uh, yes. Also, I decide where the wall is."

"So bossy." He stated calmy, like it was a fact, then added "I payed for the room. I should decide whether to have a pillow fort or not. And where, for that matter." He said and inched closer. "You basically forced to take me here, I decide." I continued, not letting him win.

He stared at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I don't think that's how this works." He continued, each second stepping forward, slowly closing the space between us. "Yes." I said, trying hard not to stutter because my heartbeat was beating rapidly at the thought of him near me. "Look at you, getting nervous." His slender frame towering over me.

"Am not!" I tried to feign my innocence. "Sure. Now I decide no pillows between us."

"Landon," I sighed before continuing. "This might work with other girls," it worked with me too. "But not for me. I don't want to sleep with you." The last words took everything in me to get out, because it was the exact opposite of what I felt.

"Sure." He said, forcingly. "You're really testing my patience here, Blakely." He added with a soft grin. I looked away, hiding the smile plastered on my face that I got at his words, even though I knew he only wanted to check another girl off his list.

"We have nothing here. This is dumb. No toothbrush, nothing to remive my makeup with and nothing to sleep in. Don't you think we shpuld just go back to camp?" I asked, looking up from the bed to him. His chocolate brown eyes met mine. "No. You don't understand, they're going to be outside my frat for weeks. I need to move. I love them, but they're crazy sometimes."

"Here, take this." He sighed and pulled his shirt up over his head. "Oh no, thank you." I disregarded his shirt. The last thing I needed was to smell his cologne the whole night. "Well, would you rather sleep in a bra?" He chuckled.

On second thought...

"Ugh, fine. Give it to me." He threw his shirt to me and I caught it with one hand. I mumbled a thank you and then my eyes got stuck on him. I couldn't help it, but my eyes trailed his body, right down to his V-line disappearing into his jeans. His usual smirk curved his mouth as he noticed.