It was 11pm and the hallway leading to the separate, spaced-out bedrooms was completely dark. No students were in sight, and every bedroom door now closed, "I seriously cannot wait until Josie finally gets over her little crush on you." Hope mumbled in complaint, as her and Landon kept a quick pace down the corridor that led to the student bedrooms. Her low mumble indicated that while she was a tad bit annoyed, she didn't want the girl in comment to overhear that annoyance, considering that the newly reunited couple would soon be passing the bedroom that the Saltzman twin's shared. Since Josie didn't have supernatural hearing though, she figured it was safe to continue speaking her thoughts, "Sure, her crush on you is well-grounded." Her fingers lightly drummed against the wall with restlessness as she walked beside her boyfriend, "You two did date for a few months, so obviously it's justifiable that romantic feelings are still very much there-"
"For her." Landon was quick to interrupt his anxious girlfriend, "Feelings in the romantic sense are still very much there for her." He reached his arm out and hooked it around her curvy waist, pulling her body closer. "Hope," He whispered without stopping their brisk pace, "you need to stop with this incessant worrying over whatever Josie feels towards me. I have told you several times that I do not reciprocate her feelings, meaning that her feelings will eventually dissipate on their own." Once they finally got to the walkway of his bedroom, he dropped her waist and pulled the door open. "Now, do you want to wear my sweats for comfort?"
Landon didn't bother waiting for her response. Instead, he walked into the room and headed towards the dresser. He opened the third drawer and shuffled through the clothes before pulling out a pair of his grey sweatpants. He never did bother with separating his clothes. Jeans, sweats and even the khaki shorts he would wear in the summer could all be found in one drawer, or a mixture of three, which was a factor he knew greatly irritated his auburn-haired girlfriend. His inability to organize, or even attempt to for that matter. Landon heard the quiet click of the door being shut as he turned back around. He tossed the sweats at her.
Hope caught the pair of sweats easily between her fingers, but her jaw proceeded to drop, almost mirroring irritation, as her eyebrows arched incredulously after then watching him pick up the television remote, "You've gotta be kidding me."
She looked and sounded upset, but he didn't understand it. "Hope, why are you still at the door?" He powered the tv on, motioning with his hand for her to come lay beside him, "Let's cuddle."
Cuddle? He didn't just … Did he just say…? Tell me he is not expecting us to cuddle and watch television at this exact moment? It's been over 8 hours since we've even kissed and he's… Hope's eyes narrowed in annoyance. Out of all of the guys I've ever met, Landon has to be the most oblivious. I didn't walk in here at almost midnight for an innocent cuddle. I need to touch him, feel him… Feel his tongue, the warmth of his thick dick thrusting so deeply, his mouth latching onto my neck, sucking, nipping and- Hope closed her eyes and took a deep breath, successfully stopping the shuddering moan she almost felt escape because of her obscene thoughts.
Her thoughts were nearing pornographic, but she couldn't help it. She needed him. Kissing wasn't even an option with the brunette siphoner around and dear god-she rolled her eyes with displeasure-Josie had been like a hawk flying in circles around them lately. She loved the siphoner, she truly did and obviously cared immensely about her. She felt terrible that she was suffering through such heartbreak, especially it being caused by her and Landon, but it still filled her with a deep aggravation because she could barely grab Landon's hand. More like her finger would grasp his before Josie would stare at them with her sad, doe eyes, causing Hope to feel extreme guilt and automatically step away from her boyfriend. She shouldn't have to do that. It was earlier today-for the first time-that Hope had even seen a flicker of irritation in Landon's eyes. She had been about to catch his lips with hers, just a short kissing session around the corner of the hallway, when what person had decided to make their appearance-Josie. Out of nowhere even. She remembered the slight growl that had left her throat, having been forced to let go of Landon's neck, but what she remembered vividly was the actual seething look of displeasure in her boyfriend's eyes... It had surprised her.
Since they had gotten back together, which was a few weeks ago, Landon had seemed quite calm about them withholding affection in front of his ex-girlfriend. He was even the one to suggest the idea, but in that moment Hope saw in his displeased facial expression, the way his lips had turned downwards as he stared at Josie's back while she talked to a friend, that even he was starting to feel like she was bothering them on purpose. Though, maybe she wasn't. Maybe Hope just felt an intensified amount of guilt. Maybe they both did. Maybe Josie really was talking to a friend and had Hope continued to kiss her boyfriend, maybe Josie wouldn't have even noticed the love session happening behind her. Maybe she wouldn't have even cared.