Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“It’s not safe. Look at your face,” his mother said.
He looked down at his food and started eating again.
“Maybe you need a hobby, Landon,” Brent said.
“That is my hobby,” he said and looked at Brent.
“Or a job,” Brent said with more anger in his voice.
Landon set his fork down and leaned back on the chair. “Well, when I’m not at school I’m fighting and making cash. And on the weekends I work at the construction site. What other job do you think I should do, Brent?”
He kept a busy schedule, and the construction he did was something that got him out of the house, as well. He made money there, but it was nothing compared to what he made boxing the underground.
He wasn’t doing the best in school, but fuck, he was passing. This was his senior year, and he just needed to get through these last couple of months. After that he could really do underground boxing full-time, which was what he was planning.
He might not be doing the best in school, and maybe others would have just dropped out, but he at least wanted to have that diploma. Besides, he wasn’t a fucking quitter.
“I wish you were more careful, sweetheart,” his mom said, and when she used that voice, had disappointment on her face, it broke his fucking heart and made him feel like the biggest prick.
“I know, Mom.”
“We wanted to let you guys know we are going out of town this weekend. We need a break, and with our anniversary falling on the weekday we have to wait.”
“That’ll be nice for you guys,” Lyric said, and Landon glanced over at her. She was smiling, but her body was tense, and he wondered what she was thinking about.
“I expect you both to be on your best behavior when we’re gone,” Brent said, but was looking at Landon.
“You want to get us a babysitter?” Lyric was the one to say it, but she had a teasing note in her voice.
“We trust you both and just want to make sure you’ll be okay for the weekend.” Brent said.
“We’ll be fine,” Landon said, and went back to eating. Hell, he would make sure not to even be here, because the idea of being alone in the house with Lyric had him thinking pretty filthy things, things that made him feel like a dirty bastard.
Chapter
Five
Lyric lay in her bed, the ceiling her focal point for the last twenty minutes, and the sound of the house settling filling her head.
Her heart was beating a normal rhythm, but whenever she’d think about Landon, about how they’d talked, how he’d semi-opened up, she couldn’t help but feel this tightness take over her whole body.
Since those few days Landon hadn’t spoken much, not even to her. She’d seen him coming and going, his workout bag thrown over his shoulder, his baseball cap on his head, and his focus on his feet.
She knew when he graduated he’d be gone, because he was more of a free spirit.
All she could think about was how she would miss him, and how strange it was to feel that way. Over the last three years they’d been virtual strangers.
She’d found him attractive, of course, lethal, as always, but until she’d defused the situation at school, and they’d gone to the creek to speak, she hadn’t really seen him. But she had that day, and ever since then she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.
His silence was tangible, but she’d also seen the way he looked at her, the way he would cast his glance her way when he didn’t think she was looking.
Maybe he’d felt something, too, after their brief talk? Maybe he realized that they didn’t have to be so distant? She didn’t want a brother from him—she just wanted to be able to open up with him and vice versa.
Sitting up on the bed, she looked at her clock. It was going on midnight, but she couldn’t fall asleep. The house was silent, her father and stepmom having gone to bed hours before because they were leaving early in the morning for their anniversary trip.
Maybe a warm shower would help clear her head?
She grabbed a change of clothes and headed out of her room. But as soon as she headed down the hall she heard the shower running.
A look at her father and stepmother’s room showed the door closed, but they had their own bathroom attached to their room, so the only other person in that shower was Landon.
Her heart started beating hard right then, her palms started to sweat, and she felt her pussy grow wet. God, I can’t believe I have this reaction to just thinking about him.
She was about to turn and go back to her room, but the sound of the shower turning off had her freezing. She meant to keep moving, but she thought about Landon having nothing on.