LAYLA’S POV
Wendy’s sprawled across my bed by the time I step out of the bathroom, fresh from my shower.
The second she sees me, a knowing smirk spreads across her face and I immediately look away and make a beeline for my wardrobe.
“Not saying anything?” She teases.
I continue digging through my clothes.
“Fine. I’ll say something. You know there’s no type of bathing that’s going to scrub Edward’s scent out of this room. Especially not out of your bed.”
I turn so fast I nearly drop the clothes in my hands. “I changed the sheets and—”
The smile on her face widens.
I stop.
“You baited me.”
She snorts. “I did.”
I shake my head. “Nothing happened.”
“I didn’t ask if anything happened.” She pats the bed. “I already know something did, I’m just waiting for you to tell me.”
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