Page 11 of Doing It for Love

“If that’s okay.”

“Whatever you want.” He leans over to kiss my cheek. “I would’ve married you yesterday if you asked.”

Warmth fills me up—though that could be the coffee—and I smile behind my mug wondering how the hell I got so lucky. Maybe if he’s so agreeable, I don’t have to worry about convincing him on the no-sex deal.

Hurdle number one…you’re up.Maybe I should do stretches.

“Hey, so…I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Sure,” Landon jams his phone in his back pocket and guzzles his coffee, eyes moving wildly over the counter in search of his keys or wallet. “But I’m running late, so make it fast.”

I move the laptop to the coffee table and put on an excited grin. “I was thinking I wanted to make our wedding night really special.”

He stops fumbling around for his keys, gaze flicking up to me. “Oh?” His grin gets wicked. “I most definitely will be up for that.”

“Good, because here’s what I’m thinking…” I say, and he goes back to digging around the counter. Here goes nothing.

“No sex till we’re husband and wife.”

Chapter 4

I feel like I’ve stepped into one of those movies where the main character presses pause, starts talking to the audience, and walks through all the frozen people around them. I purse my lips, holding back my laughter as Landon continues to stare, stare, stare at me like I’ve sprouted hair all over my chin.

“Um, babe?” I ask, waving my arm in front of me. “You still in there?”

He blinks. “I’m waiting for you to say ‘Bazinga.’ ”

“I’m serious. I think it’ll be fun.”And get us out of our rut.

His eyebrow arches, and I wait for the inevitable “no,” but it doesn’t come. Instead, he unfreezes, swings his key ring around his finger, and says, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yep.” He pulls his jacket on and grabs his weathered Sweeney Todd baseball cap. He doesn’t put it on just yet, walking over to me and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “I’ll call you on my break.”

“Wait a second.” I snatch his jacket pocket. “That waswaytoo easy.”

“You think it’ll be fun. So let’s do it.” He grins. “Ornotdo it.”

“You realize it’s five months.”

“Yeah.”

“No sex at all.”

“Okay.”

“Noformof sex.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“And you’re seriously just okay with no reason other than ‘It’ll be fun’?” I cross my arms. “I don’t buy it.”

He growls, sliding onto the couch next to me. “Okay…don’t get mad…but you do this a lot.”

My brows bunch in the middle of my forehead. “Do what?”

He runs a hand over his face, then around the back of his neck. “You get really excited about something, and then…well, the next day you just…aren’t as excited.”

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