*Edited

Layla

Three months.

It's been three months since Landon had left, and here I was sitting at the edge of the cliff.

Our cliff.

I look over the city watching the cars glide through the traffic, while the lights reflect upon the city making it light up with ease.

Landon had only called me once, a couple of days after he left.

After that, I didn't hear from him again.

I close my eyes as the cool breeze comes by, effortlessly flowing through my skin and hair.

I breathe in the fresh air as my feet dangle from the cliff.

I open my eyes and immediately become aware of the person sitting beside me.

Knowing his smell by now, I automatically knew who it was.

He sits next to me, copying my actions.

I hear the faint noise of lighter being lit, then the smoke comes into view a few seconds later.

I turn my head slowly towards him.

My heart stupidly accelerates at the sight of him.

His black hair was dishevelled falling over his eyes and pale skin, his head was tilted back slightly looking upwards, while a cigarette hung from his lips.

He was wearing probably my favourite outfit I've ever seen on him, he was wearing black ripped jeans paired with a black tight fitted dress shirt with the first few buttons undone, revealing his olive flawless skin and silver chain. To match with it all he was wearing a long black peacoat on top.

Feeling my gaze on him he glanced down at me through hooded eyes and licked his lips.

I look away from him and return my gaze to the city.

"Layla." His deep voice rings out.

I ignore him trying my best not to break out of my 'mad' facade.

That goes out the fucking window when he lifts his hand to my chin and tilts my head towards him.

I keep my gaze down on the grass. 

"Look at me." His deep voice comes out demanding.

I slowly lift my gaze to his. 

His grey eyes were pale making them glow slightly under the few strands of hair falling in front of them.

His eyes bore into mine as his hand comes to my jaw, his fingers lingering along with it.

"What's wrong?" He asks me.

"It's been three months Landon," I whisper out keeping my gaze on his.

His eyes search mine keeping his face blank. 

His hand moves up to my face as he rubs his thumb along my cheek.

"I know, I'm sorry." Is all he says as he keeps his grey eyes on my green ones.

I shake my head and sigh looking down and moving my body off of the cliff crossing my legs against the flat grass.

"I thought something happened to you." I whisper out, playing with the grass looking down.

His hand never removes from my face as he soothingly repeats moving his thumb over my cheek.

"Layla,

He pauses and I look up at him.

I'm back now." he says keeping his eyes on mine.

I just nod, cursing myself for not staying mad at him.

His hand moves away from my face and lifts his arm.

Without hesitating, I wrap my arms around him and place my head into his neck.

His strong arms wrap around my body laying his head on my shoulder.

We stay like this for a while until I move my head back and he does the same.

We stare into each other's eyes in a daze, as our faces near each other more and more until our lips are just inches from touching.

Our breaths mingling into one, my eyes are cast down onto his plump lips.

I close my eyes as I bring my lips to his, pushing my lips against his own brought me a pit of butterflies.

His lips pushed up against mine, our kiss was slow and gentle as we embraced each other.

His arms were wrapped around my waist pulling me onto his lap, my hands latching around his neck.

I moved against his lips picking up the pace, and he did the same.

His warm lips moved against mine faster now as if savouring my every taste.

The kiss got heated quickly, as I wrapped my hands through his hair and his hands ran over my skin sending shocks of heat through my veins.

His lips break away from mine sending them down to my jaw, descending to my neck.

His lips moved skilfully against my skin as he kisses every inch of it.

I bit my lip preventing myself from making any noise.

I brought his face up to my lips with my hands.

His lips made contact with mine again, his soft lips kissing me roughly and hungrily.

I slip my tongue over his bottom lip asking for entrance, to which he does.

Our tongues collide together in passion and lust.

His hands were wandering over my every curve, his right hand went under my top and ran it up my back, while the other one occupied my waist.

I pull away from the kiss and bring my lips to his jaw.

My lips press against his jaw, bringing them down slowly towards his neck teasingly.

My lips latched onto his neck kissing every inch of it.

I bring them to one particular spot noticing how he tenses under it, I suck on the spot which makes his hands clench around my waist, his head tilts back slightly and his eyes roll back in pleasure.

I wrap his chain around my finger playing with it as my lips mark his skin.

I detach my lips looking down at the purple bruises on his skin.

I bite back my smile as I run my fingers along his skin.

His eyes go to mine full of lust and desire.

I pull my lips to his again kissing him one more time.

I lean my forehead against his and smile.

His eyes were light looking into mine.

He shook his head and buried his face in my neck.

"God Layla, you're driving me insane," He says into my neck placing a small kiss there.

I laugh and shake my head at him.

"I could say the same to you, Landon." I reply smiling up at the stars.

He pulls his head back from my neck and stares at me once more before getting up and taking his hand out.

I get up with my hand in his and we walk to his car.

We get in and he starts driving out of gates.

"When's the dance recital?" He suddenly asks me.

I looked at him surprised he remembered.

I smile and turn to him replying.

"It's next week on Saturday," I tell him.

It was now the beginning of September, and the cold winds of fall are slowly creeping their way through New York.

He nods and swerves through the cars effortlessly.

"Are you coming?" I ask him.

I mentally scolded myself for asking so straightforward.

"I mean you don't have to, I didn't expect you to or anything, I was jus-

He cut my mumbling off by placing his hand on my thigh which made my eyes snap to him.

He glances at me and returns his gaze to the roads.

"Layla, I'm coming." He says in a demanding tone.

I nod my head slowly and look down at his hand and decide to fiddle with it.

Around 15 minutes later we make it to our destination.

I look around confused but then see the taco bell sign.

I smile brightly as I was literally starving.

Landon parks his car and gets out of his side and comes around to mine opening the door for me as usual.

We make our way towards the doors as Landon opens them for me.

I send him an appreciative smile and walk-in.

I wait for him to come in, when he does I take his hand and pull him to the register.

I turn to the girl who is currently eye-fucking Landon. 

I order us both burritos and Landon pays not letting me have a say in it, though I know I'll just put some money somewhere for him secretly. It doesn't work out since I always find an extra hundred dollar bill in my wallet the next day. 

After he pays she gives him the receipt, and I don't fail to notice her eyes widening at his neck and then looking back at me.

Mhm, that's right bitch.

We go to a booth and sit opposite each other while we wait for our food.

"So, where did you go?" I ask him taking a sip of my water.

He glances up at me from his watch and raises an eyebrow.

"Like when you were away?" I explain.

He smirks slightly and replies.

"Italy." That is what he replies with making my eyes go wide.

"Oh woah. I bet it was gorgeous, I've always wanted to go the-

I get cut off by someone shouting my name.

I turn my head towards the person, furrowing my eyebrows.

Once I see who it is, I tense immediately and the smile on my face vanishes.

Fuck my literal life.

Jaylen Romina.

My ex.