Layla’s P.O.V
I had just pulled outside of work. I was exhausted, barely slept last night. That was for two reasons. One; Kyle came staggering in at four a.m. making a lot of noise. Two; Miles, he was on my mind especially after his text message. Am I missing him? Yes, I am…more than I probably should be. I had been avoiding him because it was what is best for everyone. I know I will need to eventually talk to him. He never deserved when I did. He never deserved me running away as I did. It was not fair on him, but his words scared the hell out of me.
I sighed, getting out of my car and closed the door.
“We need to talk. Right now,” I hear a voice from behind me.
I knew by the way my body responded it was Miles. I froze. I was not ready to talk to him yet. I feel his presence behin
