LAYLA’S POV
“Maybe…” Edward trails off, leaning in until barely a breath separates us.
My heartbeat stutters.
He brushes a slow kiss beneath my jaw, lingering long enough to make my eyes flutter shut and a shiver ripples through me as my head falls back.
His lips move up my neck, along my jaw and as his hand comes up to cradle the side of my neck, his thumb resting below my ear, the sound I make is not dignified.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead drops against mine. His eyes are dark and the smile on his face is the kind that should come with a warning label.
“I’m trying to be serious right now,” he murmurs, the laugh underneath his words doing nothing to help my situation. “Think about our next plan and all that.”
I manage to raise an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“You’re making that
