Afterhe told me he wanted to show me something he decided he would tomorrow as it was late by then. So all night I was blessed with thinking about what it was. I didn't even know if it was a thing, place, who, it could be anything. The next day I asked him about it after breakfast, he took my hand and lead me to the door.

"It's a place." he muttered.

He told his mother we were going and we were off as simple as that. I had known Landon's mother was sick of some sort but, she seemed to be getting better. I really hope she was, she had been nothing but, nice to me and such a nice person doesn't deserve pain. Landon had kissed her on the cheek when he said goodbye and it made me envious of their relationship, making me miss my mother.

But, I don't think I should, she left me.

Over the past two days of staying here, he had treated me like such a prized possession. We were in his room basically the whole days until dinner. Just him and I, it was the best two days I'd ever had.

Landon and I started walking through the woods behind his house. A quiet hum sat between us and his face was looking forward. His expression a bit sad I just knew it, he was sad.

We soon arrived at an open cyan colored river, the water rippled back and forth through the sound of the wind. When we grew closer his face showed nothing but, dread. I wanted to help so I slipped my hand into his for comfort. Almost instantly his hand locked on mine still staring forward. Looking back, the dark green trees stood out to the water, giving it an earthly aesthetic look.

We hadn't talked yet just comfortable silence until he broke it, "When I was younger, my dad used to bring me out here." he spoke calming, the water and wind howling together in the background.

"To go fishing?" I asked, looking up at him, remembering what his mother told me.

Landon looked at me almost instantly with for once a small smile, "Yes, my mom told you that?" his thumb caressed my hand.

We walked a bit further, stopping by the water.

"Yeah when she was trying to calm me down from my episode" I turned away, always embarrassed by having them.

He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it, "Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't there." his eyebrows creased, looking troubled by that thought and I was about to say something but, he beat me to it, "You remembered that though, even when you were feeling like that?" he asked again, as my cheeks heated up.

We started walking again stopping by some big boulders that were near by. I leaned against it mumbling a yes. Looking from the river to him, he had a smirk on his face that made him look so attractive. His direct gaze tied together with it filled my stomach with butterflies.

'Mia's restraint whispered in the back ground, while I shook my head, she really wanted Landon to mate with us.

Then I smiled, "I also remember something about a red truck and tantrums." his eyes widen a bit, a splash of red tinted both of his cheeks.

Was Landon blushing, a laugh escaped me and he scoffed, "Okay, okay." he mocked, embarrassment in his tone, with a small laugh.

Then I gasped in surprise when he released my hand and in one swift movement, gripped my hips to lift me up on the boulder. Then he fit himself perfectly between my legs, cupping my face in his hands. My hands on instinct clutched at his shirt while his thumbs stroked my cheeks. My heart beat rapidly remembering last nights events.

But, right now I studied his face, from his brown messy hair, to the hazel in his eyes, to his smooth tan skin, to finally how defined his jawline was, he was perfect.

I noticed his eyes though were sad still, then I realized he did come here with his dad. A place that he spent time with him at and he lost him.

"Tell me about him." I said gently, his hands dropping to my thighs.

Maybe if Landon talked about him he wouldn't feel such instant sadness when he thought of him. Or about the places they once shared happiness at. Now that I do think of it, I wondered when the last time he did talk about him was.

"My dad?" he asked slowly with a quiet tone, looking down at his hands.

Warily, I moved my hands from his shirt to cup his jaw, lifting it up to meet my eyes, "Yes." I replied with a small smile, trying to give him as much comfort as I can, considering how much he's given me.

The corner of his lips lifted into a small smile as well, "My dad, he was a tough guy but, around my mom and I he was a big goof ball." he now had a full blown cheerful smile on his face replaced from his once sorrowful one.

"What else?" I asked with my own smile, our eyes meeting as his filled with somber again.

"When he went for runs in his wolf form he'd let me sit on top, I'd be so scared because, of how tall he was but, he told me one day I'd be as big as him." A now mournful look crossed his features, and I stroked his cheek with my thumb, his eyes softening.

"Go on." I encouraged him, feeling like maybe he did need this, my hands traveled up to play with his hair soothingly.

"He would always do these magic tricks that he was terrible at." he released a breathy laugh, as if remembering the memory of his dad, "But, he knew they made my mother laugh, so he always did them." his voice trailed off, "He always wanted to make her happy, us happy." That sad look was on his face again and I didn't like it.

I want to take away his pain, his sorrow the same way he did for me but, losing your parent wasn't easy. Mine had left me, so in a way I'd lost mine too.

"Well, he sounds like a pretty amazing guy and I wish I could have met him." I said, brushing my fingers through his messy brunette hair.

When our eyes locked again, he stared at me so intensely giving me a soft side smile, "He would have loved you, would have thought you were strong." his hands rubbed my thighs soothingly which sent tingles everywhere.

"Me?" I questioned, genuinely curious as to why he'd think that, since, well the obvious.

Landon nodded continuing, "My dad never considered strong as someone with strength but, rather, how much they could handle, you." he brought his hand up, tucking some of my hair behind my ear, "Layla, other than my mother, are the strongest person that I know." he spoke with emotion and honesty in each word leaving me speechless.

Knowing he thinks that of me, makes me feel such happiness and worthiness. Plus extremely grateful that he didn't just see me as a runt. That familiar burn in my nose came, my eyes starting to water. I slid my hands to the back of his neck and smiled.

"Thank you." I breathed in and continued, "Your dad, he would be really, really proud of you Landon." I said as best as I could without letting my tears spill over.

Landon smiled and leaned forward, our lips connecting together like a puzzle. Perfectly molding together in a much needed kiss. His moving with mine with ardent need. Me, even worse as I poured my all into this kiss.

When he pulled away he had a goofy grin on his face, "Thank you for letting me talk about him, I didn't know how much I needed to until now." he sounded sincere and genuinely happy, the sadness in his eyes now gone.

"Anytime." I smiled and he came in for another kiss, making me smile into it.

Landon, was like fire to my lips and brain. Always making my veins rush with adrenaline. Whether it was from his touch or words. I always wanted it, I always want him. My life before was as if I was drowning, cold and shaking. But, now, he brought fire into it burning out all of the cold in me and everything around me.

And I have grown to love that.