22
Layla
I wake up to some movement, feeling disoriented. It takes me a moment to place the spiced woodsy smell and realize Liam is carrying me to his room. Once I figure out what’s happening, I cuddle up into him more, feeling safe and comfortable in his arms. I feel the soft bed beneath me, and Liam’s soft lips as he gently places kisses on my head and cheek. I’m groggy and my eyes are still shut, but I feel the bed move beside me. He scooches closer and curls his warm body around mine.
“Goodnight, Layla.”
He pets my hair in a gentle manner, and I fight to stay awake, wanting to enjoy the moment.
“You’re good with computers,” I mutter sleepily, not quite delivering what I wanted to say.
“Huh?” His hand stops.
“Why didn’t you find me?”
“I tried Layla. I really did,” he says gently. I’m drifting but I’m almost sure there’s melancholy in his voice.
“Get some sleep,” he says, pulling the blankets over me.