It hurt, it hurt so bad to say that.

"I-i never wanted to see you like that." I managed to get out through the endless stream of tears, even as he wiped them away.

"God, I know baby I'm so sorry." he said over and over, pleadingly, "But, that's not me I would never have put my hands on any women, I just got so sick and tired of seeing you get hurt, I promise you."

As he said this my mind was racing and I felt lightheaded from crying, my head becoming fuzzy. Now that he was here and he kissed me the way he has and touched me. I know how I felt and what I wanted but, all I could think about was what happened. All I could think about was Brad and what he did to me.

"Layla?" he asked as I just stared into his eyes, lost in my thoughts, his hands remained on my cheeks firmly, "I'm not him." he whispered to me pushing some hair behind my ear that got matted onto my face.

My eyes closed at his statement, fresh tears falling as I breathed in his scent, "I'm not him." he repeated stroking the side of my hair, "I'm not."

When I opened my eyes his brown eyes were staring deep into mine with creased eyebrows. As if he was in pain, to see me crying so much. My hands clutched at his shirt allowing his scent to fill my senses calming me down, my breathing becoming evened. I nodded my head slowly taking in his words.

Landon wasn't him, he wasn't him, he just wasn't.

"Okay?" he whispered, his hands dropping to my hips gripping at them and I stumbled forward closer to him.

I didn't answer only flickering my eyes down to my hands that were clutching his shirt. My breathes were coming out even now and my tears have stopped.

"I never meant to put that image of me in your head and I never, ever want you to be scared of me." his tone was apologetic and gentle, putting emphasis on 'ever'.

Now that the thought of Brad was out of my mind and my head was clear. I soaked in Landon's words, every bit of them and all I wanted was, him.

"Landon." I spoke warily in the air of our silence, my hand gripping his shirt tighter.

His shirt was black making the pale color from my hands stand out from how tight my grip was, "What." he replied and I slowly drifted my eyes up to his, "What is it?" he asked with a look I could only match with, fear.

"I-I forgive you." I did, because, even though he scared me in that moment, he was still my mate and the one I felt the safest with.

My tone was quite, soft, almost a whisper, his lips turning up into a small smile, "You do?" he questioned, almost in disbelief.

"I do." The grip he had on my hips sent sparks to rush through me and he brought me impossibly closer.

He leaned down brushing his lips against mine that made a tingly sensation run through them. Sending shivers down my spine and my stomach filled with excitement.

"Thank you, thank you so much, my love." he said in relief before pressing his lips to mine eagerly, his fingertips grazing the skin above my hips.

Feeling his lips on me sent a sudden surge of relief to run through me as well, Mia was more than happy too. Our lips moved fast together and I felt my cheeks heating up. Then he started to move us backwards, as he kissed me harder. I felt him stop before our lips disconnected, our eyes met and his swirled with black. When he sat on my bed, I removed my grip from his shirt to warily move them to his broad shoulders.

The look he was giving me made me feel a way I was so not used to, the excitement I felt increasing. He still had his hands on my hips and he pulled me forward between his legs. Yet me being me, I tripped over my feet and ended up pushing Landon on his back while I landed on top of him, straddling him. If my cheeks weren't blazing earlier they sure were now. My hands were placed on the side of his head, my hair falling on either side of us.

Mia's words drifted into my head, causing my cheeks to burn more, realizing what she's talking about.

More like feel, it made me anxious and nervous. I don't even know if he's a virgin, which only made me more embarrassed for thinking that. Plus our position didn't help, do I have to ruin everything.

Yet all he did as he stared up at me was smile, releasing a deep vibrant burst of laughter, his hands traveling up my back, leaving sparks behind. His laugh was so sexy and infectious that I couldn't stop myself from letting my own laughter spout. It was as always a foreign sound coming from me. Eventually I noticed he had stopped laughing, to watch me. One of his hands had now made there way to my face, caressing my cheek.

"God, you're gorgeous." he spoke gently, while my laughter died down and my heart fluttered at his compliment.

A smile started to from on my face, "Thank you." I muttered closing my eyes, leaning into his touch savoring how it made me feel.

It made me remember the first time he called me beautiful, I was much nervous around him then. I'd say I still am but, I've gotten better. I also in that moment didn't feel beautiful because, of how much the boys, Donna and Sara would lower my self esteem. Now I did, or at least felt a little beautiful, because, of Landon the way he stares at me, treats me. It makes me feel like I'm worth something.

"No, thank you." he replied and I opened my eyes at that, creasing my eyebrows in confusion, "I was scared I'd lose you but, here I am getting to hear you laugh, which is now my favorite thing to hear." he said wholeheartedly.

Hearing this made my heart fill with happiness. Yet I was also curious as to why he'd think he could lose me. Landon has been the only person in my life to actually make me smile. To actually make me feel like someone.

"I-I." My voice came out hesitant, should I even go on, I've never expressed my feelings to him before.

"You what?" his eyebrows came together in confusion, a light smile overtaking his face, "I want you to be able to tell me anything, remember?" his thumb brushed just under my eye.

At that, I smiled and nodded, "I-I don't think you could ever lose me." I finished my sentence that I initially started.

Then he unexpectedly brought my face down, capturing my lips with his. Normally I'd freeze up but, now I invited his soft lips against mine. The way they moved in such a desirable way. It made my stomach churn warm inside, especially when he surprised me by moving his hips upwards slightly. Making a sound of pleasure come from me, that I so did not want to let out but, I was caught by surprise.

Our lips detached slowly, my breathing coming out slow as we stared at one another. His eyes were hooded over with lust but, also a different emotion I couldn't describe. As I stared at him I seen his eyes change completely to black making me nervous, knowing his wolf was out. To my surprise again, he eyed my reactions while he pushed his hips upwards once again. My cheeks blazed with color from the pleasure it brought me, our hips being perfectly aligned.

I dropped my head down into the crook of his neck and he used his elbows to support himself. It was completely new to me and I could tell he knew that, which made me embarrassed in a way. By now mates would have already marked each other and mated but, we were well, delayed. His nose brushed against my shoulder to my collarbone, where he placed a kiss where my mark should be. I breathed in his scent and felt an urge to let him mark me.

Mia whined, just itching to bare his mark on us.

My mind was hazy and I felt myself lean into him more. A deep growl leaving his throat as he placed yet another kiss, where my mark should go. But, all I could think was, did I want his mark yet. It would mean we'd have to mate or else I'd go into heat if we didn't.

Right now though, all I could think about was his mark.