She hesitates. My sweet little star hesitates, and my chest fills with hope. You can save him, Layla, you can say no. Go home and this ends here. “Fifteen minutes it is.” I bite down on my inner cheek; a bubble of laughter trickles up my throat. That was the wrong answer, Layla. I can’t wait for you to see what I do next. He leans down, kissing the top of her head as I grip the table. The sound of her adorable shy giggle rips through my heart like an ice pick. Brutal and efficient. You like his voice and his kisses, huh?
