EDWARD’S POV
The second the question leaves my mouth, Layla starts looking everywhere except at me.
Her left hand disappears into her hair, she steals a glance and then another like if she waits long enough, I'll suddenly lose interest and move on.
Damn wrong about that.
When she realizes I'm still waiting, she drops her chin onto her elbow and groans softly.
Then the words come rushing out all at once.
“I think Eliot likes me, okay? And..,and I don't feel the same way. Not because there's anything wrong with him. There isn't. He's great, actually. He's nice and caring and he checks up on me all the time and he's always texting to make sure I'm okay and—”
She cuts herself off.
A few seconds pass before she sighs.
“He's just...” Her eyes drop to the table. “He's not really my type.
