Layla’s pov

I’m burning every single place his gaze roamed. My heart leaped as he neared.

He’s dressed in a black jacket, unzipped to show off his grey shirt and black ripped jeans. He looked hot as hell and he knew it.

His eyes dip to my thighs, just where the ends of the dress stopped.

His eyes darken even more and when his tongue poked out to lick a trail across his lips, I nearly moaned.

Oh I know that look. And it wasn’t friendly at all.

I had an inkling that if he could, Tyler would fuck me on the counter I was currently leaning against.

His lips tug up when he’s standing beside me and with the way his fingers twisted beside him, I knew that he wanted to reach for me and pull me in his arms.

The look in his eyes said so as well.

“You look….

He trailed off as he scanned his eyes over my form for what felt like the hundredth time in a matter of seconds.

“Ravishing.” He murmurs out, stepping closer to me until he was almost stomach to breast with me.

His mere heat warmed me and I held my breath when his head dips, his mouth curving as they move to my ear.

“You wore a little black dress. Guess I predicted it. You look so fucking sexy Layla. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself tonight.” He admitted, his lips brushing against my ear until he nibbles it.

and pushed at his chest lightly as

step back while

rolled my eyes. “Friends keep their hands to themselves though. And what did

at his friend’s expense, it is then I remembered that we had a little

has for the first time in his

I blushed brightly.

I forgot where I

seems to get me to

the sheepish startling look in his eyes, he had forgotten

your date to like you or something? Because you’re quite unlikeable at the moment ugly.” Tyler retorted with a joke that

to Tiffany who blushes furiously and throws his arm over her shoulder while sending Tyler a huge

take this to the dance floor? I do after all have to make you like me. Please don’t say no because of my ugly face.” Brett joked with a smile as he looked down at Tiffany in

me, perhaps to ask permission to leave me

with Brett, nervously linking

them, wishing that Tyler and I could be like

thoughts, Tyler comes to stand beside me and then leans against the counter. “You know,

bottom lip to suppress a smile and peeked up at him with a raised brow. “Really, funny, I wasn’t going

“Yes me too, best

gave in with a shy chuckle. “Fine. I came for

a giggle and joked. “Now that wasn’t so hard to admit

“Something tells me you’ve never been to a party

looked away as I murmured. “Gee, how did you know?”

Layla. That’s a good thing. Parties are overrated and kind of a drag unless you have a cup in your

already staring at me intensely. “What about you? Where’s your

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