LAYLA’S POV
The breath that leaves Edward is slow and heavy. Then a smile crosses his face, completely soft in a way that makes my chest feel like it’s been wrung out and refilled with warmth.
“For f**k's sake.” His hand drags through his hair. “You've got me acting like a teenager.”
A laugh slips out.
His gaze drops back to mine and the smile still hasn’t disappeared.
“Okay.” He exhales. “We like each other. That’s established.”
I manage a nod.
“But there’s a lot between where we are and where I want us to be.” His expression grows serious again. “And I’m not interested in skipping any of it.”
That surprises me enough.
“I know how I feel.” His shoulders lift in a shrug. “I’ve known for a while, actually. Longer than I wanted to admit and I also wanted to get to know everything
