Chapter 25
Layla’s POV
My pulse spiked to a dangerous high as I frantically yanked the hem of my dress back down, smoothing out the rumpled fabric over my hips with trembling hands.
Beside me, Mateo looked unfathomably calm.
He simply stood there, casually licking his wet fingers with a dark, satisfied glint in his eyes that made my blood burn.
I cracked the bedroom door open and stepped out into the hallway, pulling a shaky smile onto my face as I met my mother’s gaze.
My chest was heaving, my heart hammering like a trapped bird.
“There you are,” Mom said, tilting her head. “You were taking so long, I came up to check on you.”
Just then, the heavy sound of running water echoed from inside Mateo’s bathroom.
“Is he taking a shower?” Mom asked, peering past me.
“Yeah!” I blurted
