Layla
“Just talk to him,” I insisted, giving Vanessa’s hand another little tug towards the door of Ethan’s clinic room. It’d been three days since the attack, and he was just about recovered at this point. “You’ll see he’s not a bad guy.”
After I’d all but written Ethan out of my life, I couldn’t for the life of me have said why it was so important that he and Vanessa get along now, but for some reason, it was. Maybe it was just that I was tired of her hovering over me like a grumpy, overprotective shadow.
“Layla,” groaned Vanessa, slipping her hand from mine to cross her arms over her chest. “I gave you my opinion. I’m not changing my mind.”
I c****d an eyebrow in challenge. “Remember when you thought he was hot?”
Her scowl only deepened. “I don’t trust hot men. They think they can g
