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been doing to her.
Hell, she should have been traumatized. But all she felt was this warmth move
through her.
    Landon
moved back to her, and once in front of her all she could do was tilt her head
back and look at him. He had blood on his shirt, and she assumed his fists,
too.
    “You’re
okay?” he asked in a gravelly voice. He was looking her over, but it wasn’t
heated or sexual He was making sure she was okay.
    “I’m
okay,” she whispered, and before she knew what she was doing she threw herself
in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and all she could feel was
that ever-present warmth in her. After a few seconds he had his arms around her
waist and held her tight.
    “I
could have killed him for touching you, Lyric.”
    She
breathed out and nodded. “I’m glad you didn’t. He’s not worth it, Landon.” She
pulled back and smiled at him. “Thank you.”
    He
reached out and smoothed his thumb along her cheek, and that’s when she felt
the wetness smear along her skin. She hadn’t even realized she’d still been
crying.
    “Let’s
go home.”
    She
hadn’t heard anything better in a long time.

Chapter
Seven
     
    Landon
had started the gas fireplace up, even though it wasn’t that cold out. But she
liked having the lights off, and since she was shaking slightly, the warmth
felt incredible. He’d even made her some tea and wrapped a blanket around her.
She hadn’t realized how being comforted by him would feel so good.
    She
had her feet curled under her, her half drunk tea in her hands, and stared at
the fireplace. Landon was in the chair across from her, but she felt his gaze
on her. Looking over at him, she saw this hard expression on his face, his eyes
locked on hers.
    “You
okay?” she asked, because he still seemed so angry, so disconnected even.
    He
breathed out and leaned back on the chair, looking over at the fire. For a few
second she didn’t speak or move. “I want to go back there and kick his ass all
over again.”
    As
they’d been leaving she’d seen Devon picking his sorry ass off the ground and
stumbling back to the party. Who knew what he’d tell everyone about why his
face was fucked up. She didn’t care though.
    “He’s
not worth it,” she said again.
    Landon
looked at her again, his jaw clenched tightly. “But you are.”
    His
statement took her aback for a second, and she was startled that he’d said
something like that, but her entire body tingled as well. More silence passed
between them. She didn’t know how to respond, so instead of saying something
stupid she stood.
    “I’m
going to put this in the sink.”
    He
was still watching her intensely.
    “You
want anything?” Her voice cracked on the last word.
    “No,”
he said softly, but there was still that deepness to his voice, that serrated
noise that moved along her body as if he’d reached out and touched her.
    She
nodded and turned, feeling her hands shake and her knees lock up. What was
happening to her? Was she actually wanting something with Landon, something
sexual, personal, something that they shouldn’t be doing?
    She
went into the kitchen and set the cup in the sink. For a second she just braced
her hands on the edge of the counter and looked out the window. Her mind was
going through a hundred different thoughts right now, and it all had to do with
Landon. Breathing out once more she turned and headed back into the living
room. He was standing in front of the fireplace now, her father’s bottle of
whiskey in his hand. He took a swig, turned and faced her, and held it out to
her.
    She
shouldn’t drink anymore, but after the night she had, and what she was feeling
for Landon, she said screw it. Taking the bottle she tipped it back and
swallowed a mouthful. It burned going down, but she welcomed the discomfort.
    “What
are you thinking?” he asked in a deep, but soft voice.
    She
thought about lying, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to be truthful with
Landon, especially after what