LAYLA’S POV
There’s literally no reason Oakie should’ve gone into hibernation without telling me. It’s never happened before and I keep trying to convince myself it’s just because of the heat. Honestly, I just want to hear her voice.
Or maybe I just want all the bruises on my neck, stomach, n*****s, thighs… okay, everywhere… to finally heal.
Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but my bra and panties, my fingers drift over the fading marks on my skin. Some are already disappearing. The rest will probably take another day or two.
My hand settles against my chest as my mind falls back to everything Edward told me. About his mom. About why he wanted me as his roommate in the first place.
Of everything that’s happened over the last forty eight hours, that’s the part I can’t stop thi
