Layla
The knock on my bedroom door startled me from the book I’d been daydreaming over. Why was romance always so much easier in novels? Any fights they had were always petty and over in a few Chapters.
I sighed, closed the book. “Come in!”
Vanessa’s dark hair appeared around the side of the door. Her pale face appeared a moment later. “Hey, Lay. There’s someone here to see you.”
“Oh?” My brows furrowed. “Who? Nobody visits me here.”
“Don’t know, but damn.” Her mouth curled into a wide, mischievous grin. “He’s fine. Maybe you could introduce us?”
I couldn’t help but smile despite the sudden sense of foreboding in my chest. “It’s gotta be Ethan. Come on. He’s nice.”
Nice, but there was no way in hell he should’ve been visiting me here. Nothing good could come of this.
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