“I’ll do it.”
The words reverberated through Layla’s ears and she could hardly believe that she had just said them. When she was met with silence, she looked up at Atreus who was watching her. His eyes were filled with genuine surprise.
He took a step closer to her. “Are you sure?” he asked in a hoarse voice as if he were fighting back something primal within himself.
Looking into his eyes that burned with something unidentifiable, she nodded. “Yes.”
He reached for her then and Layla stiffened, trying to prepare herself for what came next. But instead of grabbing her and bearing her neck to him, he cupped her nape and brought his lips to her own, kissing her softly.