LAYLA’S POV
My heart does something stupid.
Edward shrugs.
“Don’t really have anyone to take care of,” he adds. “We could figure that out for each other.”
Oakie practically flutters inside me. Her heat rushes through me so suddenly that I nearly choke on absolutely nothing.
I seriously need to get a grip on her.
Edward is probably tipsy. And tipsy men love their words.
They say things that make your cheeks heat up and your heart do stupid little flips. They say things that have you leaning closer, believing there's something more behind them and soon, you’re in their bed.
Then the next morning comes and suddenly, it was just the alcohol talking.
Nope. I refuse to be tricked.
"I'll draft a new timetable tomorrow," I change the subject before Oakie gets any brighter ideas. "We need
