Chapter 36: Layla (Present)

I swallow as my thoughts take a dive in a direction they have no right to go. His lips look… kissable.

How inappropriate.

"You’re a sight, Layla." Jared’s words carry a heaviness that has me swallowing. I brush some falling strands away from my face and get ready to get up.

"Don’t. Stay where you are." Jared is with me in six large strides before kneeling. His red T-shirt clings to every defined crevice of his body. I swallow again, focusing on his jeans.

What’s wrong with me?

He’s watching me.

"What are you doing here?" I finally ask. I glance at the door again, only to find Carl observing us. He gives me a quick wave, which I return before he closes the door.

Carl doesn’t look angry. After all, he said he wanted to meet Jared, and he did encourage me to go to the party. But I’m not sure what I saw on Carl’s face. A part of me is happy that Evelyn isn’t here. This feels like too much.