Layla’s pov

Tyler looked flustered. His entire face screamed it honestly.

I narrowed my eyes on the side of his face, my tongue tingling as I noticed a bead of sweat on his jawbone.

Toddly wanted to lick it off.

I shook my head and focus. “Is something wrong?” I questioned him.

I see him visibly suck in sharp air upon hearing my voice and I grow even more confused.

What was wrong with him?

But instead of giving me a good explanation, Tyler merely just shook his head no and hadn’t even bothered to at least look at me while he denied his blatant unsettlement.

Even though his actions were questionable, I couldn’t help but feel insulted that he would dismiss me.

That alone made me feel as though I had intruded and I did not belong here. Which was a fact. But at least he should’ve brought me home.

In fact, he should’ve voiced his disagreement with allowing me to stay for dinner before leading me to the kitchen and serving me yogurt and granola.

That he least could have done.

One minute he was all good and the next…. he looked ready to throw me inside his car himself and drive me away from here, away from him.

That alone made me frustrated.

“Actually, I’m not that hungry and I do have something to do at home. In fact, I should get going. I overstayed too much already.” I murmured, my voice whipping the air.

“Oh, Daff murmured in disappointment.

her sadly. “Maybe

but I couldn’t bear to

sadly and then nodded when her brother ordered her to go

the stool on her own, refusing help. When her feet were plastered down safely on

it was just Tyler and me. Awkwardness, the

dragged oui !owly, removing my gaze from the bowl to stare up

surprisingly

forward until his forearms

say that.”

I clearly can’t recall doing anything triat would

voiced out my confusion looking at him like he had grown a second head in a matter of a

until he

gaze forward, even though I

hot breath is beside my ear, fanning against

spread your legs wide and bury myself in you Layla.” Tyler whispered in

gasped sharply when I feel his

Oh, God

was to forgetting that my sister was in

brush up, up, so

when they pushed between my legs. “Tyler,” I whispered, shuddering when he was closer to the heat of my core that was covered by

myself in front of my sister? Do you see why you need to get out of

“Tyler

a low moan but quickly stop when I hear

quickly puts some distance between the two

Ty. Samantha must’ve shifted through

rakes a hand through his hair and clears his throat. “It’s just a drive Daffodil, you won’t

me. “Do these shoes

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