Page 43 of All My Witches
“Which I still don’t like,” Landon grumbled, glaring at the radio on the bookshelf when the song changed. “Criminy. Is that Nickelback again? As if things aren’t badenough.”
“It’s another powerballad.”
“So?”
“So … this is asoap.”
“So?”
He wasn’t getting it and I wasn’t sure how in depth I wanted to go. “Soaps are many things, Landon.” I chose my words carefully. “First and foremost, they’re about love in theafternoon.”
Landon furrowed his brow, his face going dark before realization dawned and he widened his eyes. “You can’t beserious.”
“It’s a seduction. We could hardly get through the world without … youknow.”
Landon remained unconvinced. “Aunt Tillie iswatching.”
“She is, but she’s not a pervert. She won’t watch this. She simply wants to lead us tothis.”
“I’m not doing it in front ofher.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him the odds of us “doing it” were small. I simply knew I needed to get him in the mood to at least pretend we were going to hit the sheets. “I don’t think we have much say in thematter.”
“Oh, I have a choice.” Landon crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not happening, Bay. There’s absolutely nothing you can do to entice me to climb on that bed. Absolutelynothing.”
“I bought bacon-scented bubblebath.”
Landon pursed his lips. “Fine. If she sees, though, I’m going to blame you.” He strode toward the bed and cupped the back of my head, the music ratcheting up anotch.
“That was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be to convince you.” I was a bit breathless and my heart pounded. “I have no idea why I’m solightheaded.”
“It’s the room.” Landon was resigned. “It’s making us do this. There can be no otherexplanation.”
“Is that yourexcuse?”
“Yup.”
“Okay.”
Landon leaned closer. “Prepare yourself. I think this is going to be somethingspecial.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond, because he slammed his lips against mine and tumbled me to the bed before I could find the appropriatewords.
Love in the afternoonindeed.
“THAT WAS LITERALLYTHEworst thing that ever happened to me!” Landon bellowed as he glared at the wall ten minuteslater.
I absently patted his arm. “You’re okay.” Unlike him, I believed I knew what was going to happen before the main event … and I wasn’twrong.
“I’m okay? We basically just had a heavy petting session with Nickelback music. Then, at the moment we were supposed to … you know … the room faded to black and then we were back without music and romance. It was as if an invisible force threw a bucket of cold water on us. What’s thatabout?”
I worked overtime to maintain my amusement. “It’s a soap, Landon. It’s not porn. There’s no actual sex on a soap. There’s just a music montage and then the moment after. That’s how thingswork.”
“I’m filing acomplaint.”
“Withwho?”
“Oh, I’ll findsomeone.”
