LANDONS POV

I open my eyes to see the room light caving around me, I'm on the couch, and there's a blanket on top of me.

the fuck?

I must've fallen asleep last night while she was over.

I get up from off the couch and look around scratching my head, did she leave?

I walk over to my bathroom and turn on the faucet, stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower.

BROOKLYN'S POV

I stir my morning coffee in my left hand before making my way to the couch to pet Ruffus.

I turn on the TV and set it to his favourite Cartoon, Garfield and then lay back and scroll on social media.

About 30 minutes go by before I hear a knock at the front door.

Who could that be..?

I stand up and look back to watch Ruffus play with his yarn ball before walking to the door.

I unlock and open the door, No one.

oh?

I look around, back and forth. Nothing.

I step back to close the door until I see a Large Bouquet of pink tulips, daffodills, and roses.

oh my god.

My heart practically leaps and jumps out the window when I bring them up to my nose and inhale softly, smelling the beautiful scents of these flowers.

I close the door behind me, and walk over to the Cabinets to pick out a vase.

It has to be from Landon, Who else could it be?

And that's when I pull out the flowers to put in the vase when I see a note fly out of the bouquet and land on the floor.

I swallow the hard love lump in my throat and bend down to pick up the note.

- I saw these and thought of you, I haven't asked your favourite flower yet so I got you all of them. - L.H

A squeal manages to escape my lips and I cover my mouth when my eyes trail down to the bottom of the note.

his number.

- In case you want it, princess.

oh my fucking god.

My whole body feels like it's on fire as I pull out my phone and quickly dial his number into my phone and text him.

I can't help but let the laugh escape from my lips as I put the last rose into the vase and add some water.

a couple minutes later my phone lights up.

I blush and giggle, texting back

" the tulips are my favourite. "

I smile as we text back and forth for a while, but then I bring up his last name.

My cheeks go red and I practically jog over to my closet to pick out an outfit to see this man.

LANDONS POV

I wipe up the last counter before clocking out for the day, it's about 4PM, and Ive invited Brooklyn out for dinner with me.

We've been texting back and forth all day, my managers not used to seeing me use my phone so much on my breaks.

I remove my apron and place everything in my locker before locking it up and saying goodbye to everyone then heading outside to my bike.

I send her that last text before turning my bike on and cruising down the road down to our apartments.

I turn off the bike and leave my helmet on and walk up the stairs to her apartment.

I knock, and she opens the door right away.

She's wearing a beautiful white dress. it hugs her hips perfectly, white booted heels. Her hairs curled perfectly, in a part up part down style. And one of my daffodils i've given her earlier is in her hair.

She's fucking beautiful.

I can't take my eyes off of her, she's the most beautiful girl i've ever laid eyes on.

Her makeup is perfect. natural, her cheeks are red and rosey, and-

"Landon." she says softly, in her beautiful sweet voice and I swear I almost fall to my knees.

I click my visor open and look into her eyes.

"You're fucking breathtaking" I grab her hand and carefully bring her down the steps as her giggles fill my ears.

I had on My tuxedo from work earlier along with my black dress pants. and black air forces to go with it because I can't ride with dress shoes.

"Here, take my zip up." I carefully bring her arms through the sleeves making sure not to mess up her stunning hair.

"Thank you, you look really handsome Landon." she says softly, her lips pink and glossy.

I bite my lip and give her her helmet, letting her onto my bike and waiting till she's settled in before turning the engine on and driving off to our destination.

♡

We enter the restaurant and I hold the door open for her, my hand against the small of her back.

I adjust the tie on my tuxedo as we get seated at our table, I take my time to examine the scenery, and the beautiful woman infront of me.

"Its beautiful here." Brooklyn smiles, and I see her beautiful white teeth on display.

The waitress comes over and we order our drinks, both ordering martinis to get started with.

"So, last name starts with an H?" She giggles, and her smile immediately makes my day 100x better.

"You really wanna know huh?" I smirk, seconds later the waitress arriving with our drinks.

she nods and takes a sip of her martini, and I lay back in my chair, taking a sip of mine as well.

"Hayes Love, Hayes." I watch her eyes light up in awe, lowering the drink. I look down at my hands, and the steel ring on my middle finger.

"Hayes?! that's a beautiful last name!" She squeals, excitement all over her face.

"Now you princess" I smirk, looking at her bottom lip that purses out whenever she thinks.

"Bennett." She blushes and I bite my lip, holding back a smile. 

"Fucking breathtaking," We talk for a while, both having casual conversation, we order our food, and we're almost, not quite there, but almost drunk.

I laugh when she brings up her cat Ruffus, we've ordered 2 Martinis, and about to order some cocktails.

We get our food and we eat, but it doesn't take time before we're quite literally, drunk.

We laugh at almost everything we say to each other, as I take a bite of the last bit of my burger, I bump the fork on the table with my elbow and watch it clunk to the floor.

"Jesus I'm sorry I'm clumsy tonight." I laugh and listen to her giggle, she's beautiful, fucking perfect.

I bend over to get my fork, but it's by her shoe, so I get down on my knees under the table to grab the fork, but something catches my attention.

My eyes trail up her leg and see she's not wearing shorts underneath her dress, she's wearing a white, see through thong.

My eyes widen and without realizing I jolt up under the table and hit my head.

"Fuck!" I fall back and hit my head, a waitress comes over and asks if i'm okay, But I ignore her and keep my eyes on Brooklyn with her hand out for me.

I grab onto her hand but lift myself up and turn around to look at the waitress, giving her a nod and an apology, then looking back at Brooklyn.

I sit back down in my chair carefull and look up at Brooklyn, worry on her face.

"Are you okay?" she looks at me, concern across her face.

"Yeah, I'm okay" I smile softly, and it takes a second when I lean back to stretch and buck my hips up in my chair, to realize i'm quite visibly hard.

Shit.

I bite my lip and instantly bring my hips back down hoping she didn't notice.

We finish the rest of our food and I don't have any more alcohol for the night, she drinks the rest of mine.

The waitress comes over, and hands me the bill, and it's more than my months worth of rent but I don't care, I pay it.

Brooklyn can barely stand up straight and that concerns me.

I hold her hand as we walk out of the restaurant, walking over to my bike, home's not far from here.

I get on my bike and hand Brooklyn her helmet, she whines as she tries to get on, but she can't.

"Brooklyn." I stare down at her, she's laughing, her bones are jelly from laughing, she's so drunk right now.

I lift her up and help her on, men walk by and give her stares, but I glare back at them and they hurry away.

I put her helmet on for her, and she thanks me, I rub her thigh gently, giving her some reassurance.

I put my on helmet and turn my bike on, pushing the kick stand up and driving down the road back to our appartment.

The entire way home she sings "Titanium" by David Guetta, & Sia. And I don't say anything about it. I let her sing.

We arrive home and I let her off with my arm again, and she giggles, jumping up and down on the ground.

"Landon Landon can I sleep over tonight!" she giggles and pulls out her phone taking a picture of me on my bike.

"Delete that." I freeze up, looking down at her.

"No! only if you catch me first." She smirks and runs inside and up the stairs.

I sigh and turn off my bike, both of our helmets still on as I run inside after her.

"Brooklyn!" I chase after her up the flight of stairs and before she can reach my room I grab onto her waist pulling her to my hips.

"Gotcha." I smirk and I listen to her laugh, its music to my ears. 

"What's that poking me?" She turns around and I let go immediately, ignoring the pulsing throb in my pants from seconds ago.

fuck.

"..My keys, sorry, I should be more careful." I force out a laugh and my throat and she buys it, Thankfully... only because she's drunk though.

I unlock the door and tell her to stay by the door, while I run to my room and clean up some of my mess, and hide some things that might freak her out.

"I'm gonna get changed, give me a minute." I walk into my room, and get changed into the same grey sweats as yesterday, but I can't find my fucking shirt.

It's on the couch, isn't it?

I roll my eyes and walk out of the bedroom shirtless, to the couch to grab my shirt, and I hear her gasp.

I look over at her and she's looking directly at my abs and v line, great nice job landon.

She's drunk and I just made everything harder for myself.

I grab my shirt and make my way back.

"Wait." she walks over to me. I stiffen and turn around.

"You don't have to put it on, please? it's just i've never seen someone so perfect," She looks up at my eyes and i almost melt.

No girl has ever said that to me before.

She looks up at me, and places her hand on my chest, and lowers it down to my abs.

jesus fucking christ.

I want to move away, but my body wants to see where this is going.

but I shake myself out of my thoughts and walk over to the couch and sit down.

"You're drunk Brooklyn, sit down." I watch her sigh and walk over to me, sitting down on my lap instead.

okay whatever.

She lays her head in my chest, and i lay my head against her head, watching the bike races on the tv.

I hear her whimper in my chest, I notice her dress hiked up to her waist, and without looking at her thong I push it back down.

And then she places her head in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.

thank god.

I carefully pick her up bridal style and walk her over to my bed. Her hair is still done, so I take out the bobby pins and elastics out of her carefully, so I don't wake her.

I remove her necklaces, and her booted heels. Her socks, and grab the shirt I was supposed to wear earlier and slip it on her, her dress still on underneath.

I bite my lip while reaching under the shirt to unzip her dress, bringing it down her legs and off of her while not letting myself see any of her body.

My shirt is thankfully long enough to cover her under half.

I let out a sigh of relief, and crawl into bed beside her. I stare up the roof, minutes go by, I want to hold her.

I haven't held anyone since layla died.

I scoot myself closer to her and wrap my arms around her, breathing in her scent, I put a pillow between us, still having a boner from earlier that she gave me from under the table.

And I rest my head in her hair, in the crook of her neck and whisper "Goodnight, beautiful." before clicking off the light and heading to sleep with my arms wrapped around her stomach.