Free Blurred Lines by Jenika Snow

Don’t
worry.
    Dad: Call me if you need anything. We’ll be
busy all day, so if I don’t answer I’ll call you back as soon as I can. I love
you, honey.
    She
smiled.
    I love you guys, too.
Tell Laura not to worry and have a good time.
    She
set the phone on the table, and instantly the house became still and silent
again. The tea in front of her had been sitting there, getting cold, as she
thought about last night. Lyric didn’t know what to do about any of this,
didn’t know what Landon wanted to do. What would their parents think if they
decided to take this further?
    You’re jumping ahead of yourself.
He may not want anything more to do with you. There weren’t any declarations of
anything more being professed.
    Covering
her face with her hands, she shifted on the chair and gasped slightly, that
soreness there making her want Landon all over again. He’d been so big, so
thick and long, and he’d taken her like he wanted her above anything or anyone
else. He’d made her forget about what had happened, what could have happened if
he hadn’t come to her rescue.
    “What
in the hell are you going to do?” she whispered to herself and dropped her
hands to the table, staring out the kitchen window across from her. Just then
she heard the sound of Landon’s truck pulling into the driveway. Her body had
an instant reaction of getting tight, sweat starting to form between her
breasts, her nipples hardening, and her pussy becoming wet.
    Oh my God. I’ve become this fiend
for him, and only after one night.
    Lyric
didn’t move from her seat when she heard the car door shut, and then a moment
later heard the front door open and close. She looked into the entryway, but
couldn’t see anything but a swatch of the foyer. She saw Landon toss his large
black workout bag on the ground, and then she saw him step into view. He didn’t
notice her right away as he was busying messing with his phone, so she took a
second to stare at him.
    His
dark hair was wet, probably from his shower at the gym, and the gray shirt he
wore was form fitting, his muscles very pronounced. He wore a pair of black,
loose sweatpants, and the sneakers on his feet didn’t make him look any less
badass. She didn’t know if she should say something, anything to try to break
the silence, to see how he was going to act toward her. He finally lifted his
head and looked in her direction. His green gaze clashed with hers, and she
felt her mouth dry. He was so attractive, so powerful. Ever since they’d had
sex she’d realized she wanted something more with Landon. Lyric couldn’t see
him any differently, not after everything.
    Standing,
she had her hands in front of her, twisted her fingers together, and hated that
she was this nervous. But she didn’t know what to think, how to react, because
they’d fallen asleep in her bed last night, but she’d woken up alone.
    “You
talk to your dad or my mom today?” he asked and stepped into the kitchen, his
big body corded with muscles, and the very feminine part of her fully
appreciating it.
    She
nodded, not knowing if she could form words right now. That’s how nervous she
was.
    “That’s
good,” he said again, and moved a step closer. She stayed in place, not sure if
she should face this head on, or just run away because it was becoming awkward.
The silence stretched out even more, and they continued to hold each other’s
gazes.
    “I—”
she managed to say, but then snapped her mouth closed. “I don’t know what to
say.” She needed to force the words out, because this weird silence, this
heaviness in the air, was too much.
    Landon
didn’t say anything, but he moved closer and closer still, until he was now
only a foot from her. It was then that Lyric actually took a step back, as if
her body was working on its own. She wasn’t afraid of him, but of herself, of
how much she cared about him. It was so strange that all it took was their time
at the creek, an encounter after his shower, and then of