EDWARD’S POV
“Edward.”
My eyes snap open.
The room is dark except for the pale glow of the alarm clock and for a disoriented second, I’m convinced Layla is here because her voice is that close.
I sit up and a glance at the door immediately proves otherwise. It's shut, the room silent and exactly as it was before I slept.
Reaching for the lamp beside the bed, I switch it on and squint against the sudden light.
Nobody is here.
It's just me.
A curse slips under my breath as I lean back against the headboard and glance at the clock. It's 2:03 a.m.
After grocery shopping, studying and spending half the day running around with Layla, I should be exhausted enough to sleep through the night.
Instead, I’m awake.
I drag a hand over my jaw and exhale slowly.
At this point, I don't even
