LAYLA’S POV
I’ve always known I’m not special. But without my glasses and having to actually read things properly, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not just ordinary, I’m a special kind of defect.
[Hey!] Oakie snaps. [It’s not that bad. We agreed to work on our self love.]
Says every weak wolf to its equally weak person.
“You need your glasses ASAP,” Edward says, leaning in slightly as he studies my face with his furrowed brows. “Do your eyes hurt?”
Great. Even he can tell I’m actively struggling here.
“A little,” I say, squinting at the manual spread across the table. “But I’m managing. It’s not that bad.”
His lips part like he wants to argue, but he doesn’t. Instead, his gaze drops back to the table where the manual for setting up an RF transmitter is spread open between us.
