LAYLA
He pulls away again, turning back to the screen.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish’s. “Josh!”
“Hm?” He doesn’t look away from the TV. “Can I help you?”
“Kiss me properly!”
“No,” he says flatly. “Watch the movie.”
I gape at him, then turn to Zack, who’s started twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers. “Kiss me,” I order.
He rolls his eyes. “For God’s sake, lass. Relax, already. You’re so wound up all the time.” He scoops me further into his side. “Cuddle with your boyfriends, lollipop.” I pinch him in the ribs so hard he hisses. “What was that for?!”
“Teasing me. Either shag me or don’t, but don’t drag it out like this.”
He gives me a fond look. “Why? Want to get it over with?”
“Well, no, but—”
“s*x isn’t an item you can check off on a to-do list,” he reminds m
