LAYLA’S POV
I blink because I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do after hearing those words leave Edward’s mouth.
My brain feels completely scrambled and my heart is beating so fast I’m half-convinced he can actually hear it. And if I stare at him any longer, I might pass out on his lap from embarrassment.
So before my body gives up on me, I’ll feed him the cake.
Picking up the little plastic fork, I try very hard to act normal and cut into the slice but my hands are shaking.
“Not the fork,” Edward demands. “Your hands, Layla.”
I freeze again.
My eyes lift to his and for one horrible second, I completely forget how breathing works because his face is so close. And his eyes….crazy goddess.
His green eyes are ridiculously beautiful. Bright and unfairly perfect against his dark
