Lydia’s P.O.V

“You need help with that?” I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Lyric! You scared me!” I said placing a hand over my racing heart, even though I knew my face won’t show anything.         

I thought he would make some snide comment about yesterday, but somehow Lyric never fails to surprise me. He pulled up the sleeves of his black T-shirt and began helping me out with the weeds himself, working silently beside me without making any complaints. ...