LAYLA'S POV
I manage to unstick my feet and walk to the kitchen before anyone catches me staring at Edward having the time of his life.
My heart feels weird and I can’t even sort out what I’m feeling.
Oakie, on the other hand, is very clear on how she feels about the girl with him.
[Bite her fingers off,] she snaps. [See if she still laughs then.]
I swallow hard, pushing her voice down as I squeeze into the kitchen.
It’s crowded, but not as bad as the main room. I spot a bottle of water on the counter and grab it, twisting the cap off a little too quickly before taking a long gulp.
Leaning back against the counter, I stare straight ahead, pretending I don’t notice the occasional glance thrown my way. And honestly? I can’t even blame them.
To them, my supposed mate is out there
