LAYLA’S POV
Edward’s brows pull together slightly.
“If you want to hook up with someone,” I continue, trying very hard not to look at his mouth right now, “shouldn’t you call her instead?”
For one heartbeat, he just looks at me like he’s trying to figure something out.
Then his lips twitch slightly. “That doesn’t matter.”
My chest tightens anyway.
“It matters to me,” I whisper. “I won’t be the girl you use to distract yourself.” I shake my head. “And besides, we literally made rules about flirting or doing stuff like this.”
Something unreadable flashes through his eyes before he lifts his hand and tilts my jaw gently until I’m forced to look at him again.
“I made the rules,” he says. “And I can change them whenever I want.”
Shame on me but my n*****s harden in my bra.
Maybe it’s
