Chapter 28
Layla’s POV
I had managed to sneak back into my own room in the dead of night, my core throbbing with a delicious, heavy soreness that made every step a reminder of what we had done.
Now, as I adjusted the collar of my silk blouse in front of the mirror, I couldn't deny the treacherous truth—I couldn't wait to see Mateo again this morning.
My whole body was practically humming with lingering anticipation.
I stepped out into the hallway, only to bump into my mother, who was already fully dressed for work in a tailored suit.
She paused, looking at me thoughtfully. “Layla, sweetie. I actually came to your room late last night because I thought I heard some noise, but when I knocked, you weren't there. Where were you?”
My heart practically slammed against my ribs. Panicking
