Chapter FORTY-ONE

　　TIANA’S POV

　　The night seemed to be dragging for way too long, and I know exactly why. I returned back to the house when Layla went into a panic and was screaming my name alongside Luke barely thirty minutes after I left. She seemed overly surprised that I climbed down that window and she has spent the last one hour asking me how I managed to, but I can’t explain myself.

　　We have been talking non-stop since she found me, but nothing we said could take my mind away from him. I try to find sleep but it wasn’t coming.

　　“You are not okay,” Layla commented.

　　“What?” I turned to her absentmindedly.

　　“I have been talking to myself for the past ten minutes,” she says slowly “You don’t look okay,”

　　I walked over to the window I had climbed down from and stared out. That walk was supposed to calm my nerves but it didn’t.

　　“Luke is not comfortable with me being here,” I say softly.

　　“What? No? Why would you say that?” she immediately defended.