My heart was racing as I stared up at Landon, feeling his body heat so close to mine. I had just rejected his advances, and I expected him to storm out of my room in a fury, returning to the three women I had spitefully selected for him.
Instead, he simply stepped back, his intense gaze never leaving mine.
"Fine," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "If that's how you want to play this game."
I watched with confusion as he walked over to the small chair in the corner of my room, settling his large frame into it as if he owned the place. He pulled a book from the inside pocket of his jacket and opened it, seeming completely at ease.
"What are you doing?" I asked, still clutching my dress to my chest.
"Reading," he replied without looking up. "It's something people do with books."
"In my room?"
"Yes."
