Hard saying what upset Peyton more about the fact that Reese was fucking Ingrid. Yes, she was worried about her brother being turned or hurt, though she would NEVER admit it. She was also worried that Lyle would be jealous. What if seeing Ingrid with someone else made him want her back? Lyle had loved her, maybe he still did. It was hard to know, and Peyton was too afraid to ask. She knew that if Ingrid really wanted to, she could take Lyle, and Lyle was Peyton's whole world now. He was her everything. And here Reese was, threatening to further fuck up her life. ASSHOLE!
Every muscle in her body tense, Peyton probably felt rigid in Lyle's hands, but she soon pressed herself against his chest, her cheek falling to rest against him. Peyton was so worked up, that her skin felt hot. His provided a nice contrast, helping cool her down. "I don't want to talk to him again," she said in a much softer tone than before, sounding hurt and lost. "Don't make me."