“Well, a little introduction won’t hurt, right?” Layla chimes. “Even if you already met.” “Meaning?” her brother asks, furrowing his brow. “It’s not the first time I’ve met your sister’s best friend.” Clay’s eyes travel down her body. “This beauty refused to tell me her name. Right, Ava?” “Circumstances, you know?” The girl smirks, and my best friend snorts. He’s loving their interaction, how she responds to him, while I feel annoyance spilling into my veins.
