LAYLA’S POV
“Edward, have you seen my NA textbook?”
My toes slam into the coffee table as I stumble around the living room, digging through stacks of books without even bothering to check the time. If I look at my phone one more time and see how late we are, I might actually scream.
It’s the first day of midterms and, somehow, Edward and I are about to be late.
Between staying up to study and Edward refusing to let me exist without cuddling me every five minutes, we overslept. Spectacularly.
“Edward!” I yell at the top of my lungs. “Do you have any plans to come with me today, or are you just going to drop out?”
His bedroom door swings open.
He strolls out looking too calm for someone who’s about to be late for a test. One shoulder rests against the wall as he folds his arms.
“I’
