Someone has to keep you in check

The soft click of my studio door echoed behind me as I made my way back to my room. The villa was quiet, the kind of silence that only comes late at night when the world is asleep. But my mind was far from restful.

Every thought seemed to spiral back to Layla her smile, the warmth in her eyes, the way she could disarm me with a single look.

When I reached my room, I sank onto the edge of the bed and pulled out my phone. The screen lit up, displaying the wallpaper I had quietly set a few days ago.

It was a picture Layla had taken us, tangled on the couch, laughing about something neither of us could remember. Her head rested on my shoulder, her eyes crinkled in that way they did when she was genuinely happy.

I couldn't help but smile.

Stop being an idiot, Zaya, I thought, opening our chat. My thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I typed:

Zaya: Hey. Sorry for being an asshole earlier.