Page 19 of Snowed In Sucker
I’ve never felt so strongly about another person before. Now that I’m here, my body is telling me that it doesn’t want to leave. Actually, it feels like it’s telling me that Ican’tleave.
I kiss Jett’s jaw. He turns his head so he can kiss me back. We haven’t shoveled our way out yet. I might as well take advantage of this moment while it’s here.
Chapter Eight
Jett
It’s Monday. As muchas I would like to hide away inside my home with Landon forever, I have responsibilities. I have to head over to the farm and make sure the Greys are okay. I have animals to feed and check on. I have snow to shovel. Landon has a manuscript he needs to finish and chores to complete before his parents arrive.
Knowing that doesn’t make this any easier.
There’s a tangible link forming between Landon and I. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach just as much as I can feel my tentacles. My body, my soul, and my mind have all been made up. We want Landon. My heartachesas I think about him leaving my home and venturing back to his own.
It’s not forever. I keep needing to remind myself that he’s still my neighbor. This isn’t a break up. We still have feelings for each other and plan on keeping this going. So why the fuck do I feel sosad?
“There we go,” I say, tugging my hat onto Landon’s head. He’s wearing one of my jackets, my pants, a pair of my boots, and a pair of my gloves. He’s all bundled up in my clothes. The sight helps alleviate some of the ache inside my chest.
“Thank you again for everything, Jett.”
“Don’t make this sound like goodbye.”
“It’s not,” he says right away. “It’s not. I promise. Text me when you get to the farm. And then again when you’re back home.”
I grab him by the front of his coat and pull him into a kiss. We lock lips for a long time, just enjoying the feeling of each other. Eventually, we pull apart.
“Keep doing that and neither of us are going anywhere,” he says with a grin.
“As much as I’d prefer that, I have to go to work,” I say, matching his smile. “Come on, we’re taking my snowmobile.”
Landon makes an excited noise as he steps outside. The sound makes my chest warm with affection. It still hits me by surprise, how I could develop these feelings so quickly. They’re still so new. Will it always feel like this with him? Will the sight of his smile always make me feel giddy or the thought of him away make me want to cry?
Is this what love feels like?
We trudge through the snow over to my garage. I managed to make a path through so we wouldn’t have to try navigating hip deep snow. I stop for a moment, just looking around. The tops of the trees are all covered and it’s beautiful. I might be an ocean creature but I’ve always adored the snow. Living out here gives me picture perfect beauty every single day and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’m thankful that Landon seems to agree.
Once we’re in the garage, I hop onto my snowmobile. Landon climbs on behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smile to myself as I turn the key, getting it started.
After getting my snow glasses over my eyes and my scarf around my face, I turn my head and call out to Landon. “Tuck your face against my back. The wind is going to be cold!”
He squeezes me around the middle, letting me know he understands. With that, we’re off.
My snowmobile rides across the snow as I maneuver us over my driveway and onto the road. We race down the road. Landon makes an excited noise behind me as we cruise. I find myself grinning behind my scarf, hitting the gas just a little bit more. I don’t want this to be over but I’ll admit I’m enjoying the ride.
It doesn’t take long before Landon is gesturing to the right, showing me where his driveway is. I pull in, doing my best to navigate through the snow. It’s still really fluffy in places and I don’t want my snowmobile falling into any soft patches that’ll be hard to drive back out of.
I cut the engine and stand up, pulling Landon with me.
“Well,” he says, looking over at his house. “Here we are.”
“Here we are,” I repeat, nodding my head. I pull my scarf down and pull my goggles to the top of my head. “This is not goodbye.”
Landon’s nose is adorably red. I lean down and kiss it. He lets out a happy little sigh, one that speaks straight to my heart.
“Text me when you arrive,” he says once more. “I mean it, Jett. Don’t you dare ghost me.”
“I won’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. This weekend has been like something from a book. I will hold it close to my heart until the day I cease to be. You, I will hold close to my heart as well. I don’t say that lightly.”
Landon looks down at his feet. When he looks back up, he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Good,” he says. “I feel the same way.”
