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shit and destroyed her home. Pillows, clothes and the walls all cut up and shit. I was told it was really fucking bad there.
    “Was it you, Lexi?” Landyn asks as he comes back, tucking his phone back into his pocket and crosses his arms.
    “No, Landyn, you're kinda not my type.” She looks at me and licks her lips. “Drummer on the other hand...” Her hand still rests on her hip, maintaining her pissed off attitude but eyeing me hungrily. I lean back and look at her, changing the position of my suddenly tightening jeans when she winks at me and I know in this moment that I am getting laid tonight.
    “Siannon's key is right here on my keyring, where it always is. I went there twice and ate the things that would be the stinkiest in the fridge when she got home but didn't go back. She has no pets, plants or kids. Nothing for me to water.”
    Siannon gets up and heads out to the patio, while her best friend discusses the situation with Landyn and I attempt not to stare at her. I mean I don't want to creep her out, but I can sure as hell guarantee that I will be busy tonight. When she crosses her arms, they push her gorgeous round tits up to show off her ample cleavage and I just want to bury my face in between them. My jeans are getting tighter and tighter, so I take a deep breath and stand. I have to go outside for a minute, get some fresh air.
    Lexi's eyes turn to watch me walk in her direction. Right now, there is a lull in the conversation between her and Landyn. Probably because he's taking yet another phone call, but she's still facing him and in their conversation one hundred percent. Stopping just beside her, she turns her head to look at me and I lean in.
    “So you like the drummer, huh?” I ask quietly, barely above a low growl.
    Her pillow lips part and her tongue dashes out to meet the corner of her mouth which is now upturned in a sexy smile. She nods in response as her teeth meet and her eyes tell me she wants more than a friendly conversation. Lexi doesn't come off as nervous, she's a woman who knows what she wants and likes more than she lets on.
    “I'm going to go check on your friend. When I come back you can tell me what you want.” I cock my head to the side to gauge her reaction. She bites her lip and pushes her chest out slightly, I don't even think she realizes she does it, it just happens. Naturally.
    Slowly, I walk past her, close enough to feel warmth but not to touch, and head out to the patio where Siannon is sitting alone staring into the night sky.
    “Landyn knows she didn't do it, sweetie,” I assure her quietly so I don't cause her to startle. I join her and sit in the chair directly across from her resting my elbows on my knees and drop my head. “I just really hope you'll be okay.”
    “I think so, Des. I really do,” Siannon replies quietly as I look up at her. She rests her elbows on her knees and drops her head before raising her gaze and smirking at me. “I know they will find her soon and I can go back to my life as it was before. Weaning me off my meds and feeling somewhat comfortable in my own skin.”
    “Has Landyn ever told you about his... fuck what would you call it? Anxiety? Issues?” I scrub the top of my head and drop my hand to my thigh. “He fought a fucking battle with that shit. Seriously, touring was nearly impossible. Talk to him. He can fucking help your head.” He taps his temple with his finger.
    “I never knew that about him.” Siannon shakes her head. “But then again, his private life was none of my business because I am a fan of the music and the band.”
    Suddenly she starts laughing. “Did you know that some girls know what kind of fucking underwear you buy? Some cross the line every day and think that they own you because they buy your records. It's fucking laughable. I mean, you guys give and give and give and they still want more. They don't understand that you need personal time too. It's all so...”
    “Selfish,” Landyn chimes in from