LAYLA’S POV
There’s nothing like a steaming shower to wash a terrible encounter down the drain.
I drag my towel through my hair harder than necessary.
Hopefully, Ginny spends tonight staring at her ceiling and replaying every word I said. I really hope she does.
I’m still drying my hair when I hear footsteps outside. A second later, there’s a knock and a smile immediately tugs at my lips.
I don't even need to open the door to know it's Edward.
Swinging the towel around my neck, I cross the room and pull the door open.
Sure enough, he's waiting with two takeout bags.
He lifts them slightly. “Can I come in?”
I step aside and he walks past me, heading straight for the desk to set everything down.
The smell of chicken immediately fills my nostrils and, yeah, I’m definitely hungrier t
