“Aw, that’s cute,” Layla coos. “I have one too. I keep it under my bed…” She scrunches her face up in an adorable way, making her twin dimples pop out. “But I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud, huh?” “Good to know,” Braxton says, “in case I’m ever in your room.” He shoots her a wink, and I kick him in the shin, making him groan in pain. “This isn’t a journal like that. It’s where I jot down my ideas for songs.” “You write songs?” Her voice perks up, and she moves closer to sneak a peek.
