WhenI woke up this morning, it felt like a whole new part of me was awakened. A part of me I haven't been in touch with in a long, long time and I owed it all to Landon. I now bared his mark which made me feel completely and utterly, wanted. I've never felt wanted in again a long, long time. So I've decided to embrace it, live it because, who knows when I'll feel like this again.

For my sake, I hope it's forever.

After Landon's tickle torture which made me feel extremely giddy inside. I had to urge him to stop or else I'd quite literally pee on myself.

On the other hand, I was honestly excited to move in with Landon, it was definitely a big change from my tiny room. The room I've spent hiding in since my parents left me. It held so much memories. From pain to hurt, it was filled with all of my panic attacks, my ptsd attacks, my tears, my fear, my everything. I knew though, I had to let it go because, it also reminded me of the guys, who made my life a living hell.

Even this bathroom, I looked around remembering all of the times I had to clean myself up or even bandage myself up. Whether it be from a busted lip, bloody nose or even covering my bruises, I'd continuously get. I'd had to learn how to clean my scars and treat them since Mia wasn't there. When I looked over to the bath tub, I remember when I first started to cut myself. I thought it was an easy way to deal with the pain, to numb myself.

As I wash my hands, I look down at my scars, I was in such a dark place then. Extremely different than now. At the time I thought there was absolutely no hope for me, that I wasn't worth anything. My parents leaving had taken so much of my worth out of me, just for the guys to take the rest. Now my mate, my other half gave me some of my worth back, he quite literally saved my life.

I wiped my tears that had fallen with the back of my hand just as a knock came from the door.

"Layla?" The concern in his voice could be heard through the door, "Are you okay, what happened?"

When I looked up at myself through the mirror, I smiled noting how even through my tears. There was a sparkle in my eyes that I hadn't seen in years. I sniffled and opened the door, making eye contact with Landon. Who immediately grabbed my hand to bring me into his strong embrace.

"Oh, love why are you crying?" I felt him kiss the top of my head and I wrapped my arms around his torso, clutching at his shirt.

I inhaled his scent that always brought me relief and comfort, "I-i was just thinking, t-that's all." I muttered.

He took his arms from around me to lift my head up but, my arms remained wrapped around him, "What were you thinking about that made my girl cry huh?" he asked softly, wiping away the remaining tears.

My heart beat increased when he said 'my girl'. Should I tell him, I would sound like a baby but, in this moment I didn't care. I wanted him to know that I was thankful for him.

"About how you saved me." his eyebrows creased, holding a questioning gaze so I continued, "If you hadn't come into my life, I-i honestly don't know what I'd be doing right now." My voice quavered as I felt my eyes water and I brought my gaze down, feeling very vulnerable.

In an instant he lifted my head, pecking my lips which sent a wave of comfort through me, "Hey." he said but, my gaze was focused on his chest until he stroked my cheek gently and I reluctantly met his gaze, "You're here with me now and I can't see it any other way."

How was it possible he knew exactly what to say to make me feel better. No matter what, he comforted me with all his being, protected me and cared for me. With that I trusted him, with every bit of me.

"Thank you." I whispered with a small smile, "For everything."

Landon grinned and leaned down brushing his lips against mine which triggered something in me and I pressed my lips to his fully. Which I could tell surprised him because, his arms dropped to my waist to grip me as he had stumbled back a little bit. At first I was insecure about my move and almost retreated but, he pulled me closer into him, kissing me deeply and passionately. Just like our kisses were always filled with, as well as longing, want and need. It made me feel lightheaded but, in a good way and fuzzy with excitement.

Once he pulled away allowing us both air, I knew I was blushing like crazy. He stared at me for what seemed like forever, glancing over all my features. Before he pecked my lips one last time and smiled.

"You never cease to amaze me, Layla Anderson." he said with a breathy laugh.

I only smiled and buried my face in his chest. It was weird to feel such joy and happiness in my heart when all I've felt was fear and emptiness for so long. He stroked my hair allowing me to just sink into his arms.

Landon grabbed my face tilting it up to look at him, a smile tugging on his lips, he was so handsome. I don't get how I got so lucky and I don't mean that with just his looks, I mean it in a way of his actions towards me as well.

"Ready to move in with me?" he asked, a grin making it's way onto his face.

"Yes."

Now here I was packing up my room starting with my clothes. Landon had left earlier to find me some boxes, so I was left to fold my clothes. He seemed to be quite excited about this, so was I but, also a bit nervous now that I really think about it. We'd be sleeping in the same bed every night now and have more privacy to bond more, other than his mother being there. Which also made me curious as to how these days with him would go.

A knock sounded at my door, "Come in." I said thinking it was Landon but, when the door opened to my surprise it was Zach.

For my and Landon's sake I tried staying where I was on the bed, to not get his scent on me. It was quite apparent that Landon didn't like that so much last time. Which was sweet but, at the same time unnerving because, of how mad he looked.

"Redecorating?" he asked with a chuckle, glancing at my open dresser drawers and scattered clothes everywhere.

I let my own nervous laugh out, "Not really, I-I'm actually moving in with Landon."

"Really?" he asked disbelief lining his voice, I nodded in response, in which his eyes lit up, "That's amazing, I just came to see how you were doing."

It made me feel good that he wanted to know how I was doing. I mean I never really had a friend so it felt nice.

A smile made it's way onto my face, "You know for once, I-I'm actually really great."

Zach also smiled, "Good." he looked around, "Well I'll let you get back to packing, see you around." he smiled at me, waving slightly and retreated from my room.

In a way I felt weird that I actually had a conversation with another being who didn't despise me. Just then Landon came through the open door carrying some boxes. When we made eye contact he seemed irritated.

"Was Zach just in here?" he asked, placing the boxes next to me.

"Yes." My voice sounded quieter than before, I looked down focusing on my clothes.

"Uh, huh." he hummed, and I felt bad for some reason.

Was it wrong of me to talk to Zach, should I have asked him to leave. There it was the unnerving gut feeling, I felt all of my insecurities flooding in hitting me like a brick, everything at once. I knew it, I knew my happiness wouldn't last long. It was my own fault, everything was. How could I not think about every aspect of everything.

Before I know it, I felt myself hyperventilating, my head felt dizzy and everything was spinning. Why do I do this to myself.

"I-I'm s-sorry." I rasped out.

Yet as quick as my panic had flooded me, it was vanishing. I felt Landon's touch on either side of my face. It brought me stability, pulling me from my messed up, consuming thoughts.

"No, it's okay, you're okay, you didn't do anything wrong, I promise." he rushed out, stroking the side of my face as my breathing started evening out.

"It was just me, all me, okay Layla?" he asked, my head not spinning as much and I tried to focus on him.

"A-are you sure, I-I thought h-he was your friend but, I won't talk to him i-if you d-don't like it." My tone was filled with dread, sounding fast and out of breath.

I heard him growl, "He is, Layla you can do whatever the hell you want, you can talk to whoever you want, I was just jealous okay." he explained.

"W-what for?" I asked, my hand going to his shirt clutching it to seek comfort from it as I always have.

"I guess I just don't want to share you quite yet." his eyes softened as he spoke, "You're finally opening up, letting yourself feel something other than fear, I know that's a big deal for you and I'm so proud of you, so fucking proud." he brought me closer to him and kissed my forehead.

Which comforted me, my heart aching at his words, my heartbeat slowing down. My breathing becoming even again. I've never realized how much he's noticed, how much he's endured with me. Since we've been together.

"I guess I'm just not ready for you to have other people in your life other than me." he finished staring deep into my eyes sounding sincere.

I nodded slowly, "Okay." I whispered out, understanding where his feelings are coming from.

"Okay?" he asked with a laugh, recalling this morning, from when he tickled me.

"Okay." I said a bit louder, and he smiled bringing me to him to kiss my lips.

"Now let's get you packed up." he moved from me to grab a box opening it up.

As I watched him, I felt relieved that he cared so much about me and that he seen me.

Like really seen me.