Crossing to the spot where she stands, I step into her small frame. Layla doesn’t move, and I don’t want her to. I keep my eyes on hers and reach up, which leans my body so close I can smell the jasmine and pear scent of her shampoo. There’s a heat and tension thick in the air between us, and not for the first time today, I’m forgetting the reasons why I shouldn’t be looking at her like this. My fingers close around the cool, smooth glass, and I pluck it down for her. “Thanks.” Her voice is barely a whisper and I see her eyes flicker to my lips for just a second. My dick jerks. Blood rushes
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