Layla’s pov

“Uh, no I don’t mind,” I was rather thankful that I hadn’t stammered. But not the same can be said for the flaring of heat I felt on my cheeks.

Look away from him Layla.

My eyes moved away from Tyler’s bare upper half and they settle themselves on the countertop as if it was the most magnificent thing in the room.

It wasn’t, sure it was expensive but someone else looked more appealing than marble.

After a few teases here and there, Bryce passes both Tyler and me a plate filled with sausages and french toast.

The smell of the sausages was mouth watering and my belly surely agreed with me by growling, very loudly.

The entire room went silent and I was aware of the eyes on me just a mere second after or perhaps even before that.

“Had you not eaten before coming here Layla?” Tyler asked, sounding concerned which shocked me slightly.

I looked at him and nervously sat down on the stool before answering. “I did.” I lied smoothly and truly deserved a pat on the back for sounding so true when I was not.

Sadly, my acting skills were too farfetched because Tyler didn’t seem to believe me. At least he didn’t call me out on my bullshit. He just merely gave me a look that quite showed he knew that I had lied and just nodded.

“Then it must not have been a heavy meal. Go on eat up, I have to show you around before Daffodil wakes up.” He said the corner of his lip lifted slightly into a tiny grin that held secrets and intrigued me.

I don’t question him about it, knowing he wouldn’t tell me, well the truth at least. After a few days of knowing Tyler and I already knew some of his character.

like to trap you with his words and he liked to take

was mischievous, blatantly so. Which meant he had something up

myself down. That grin may have meant nothing at all. And maybe he had nothing up

reading

removing the fork out of his mouth and that’s when I realized I had been staring at him far too long because he teased. “Unless

sight of his mouth and focusing them on

before she gets extremely red.” Bryce laughed with a

his fork with a piece of sausage and biting into it. “I find myself liking that color

to block my face from the view of

glass almost empty of the blackcurrant juice on the surface of the counter and

first time in months,

room with me,

right now it would serve as making me look a bit strange. So Theld

smiles happily. “Hope you

smiling widely as I responded truthfully.

that little house tour.” Before I could even mutter an answer Tyler’s hand was already on mine, pulling me away from the stool and the

chef Bryce who had a huge grin while watching Tyler practically drag

manners

more firm. The feel of the slight pressure makes

was holding

mine. It didn’t help that

I kept my gaze forward,

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