(Layla’s POV)
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“Sky, I think I had a little too much to drink.. and I’m feeling.. kind of.. dizzy” I smiled weakly being a little nervous about what he planned to do to me. I could have run away from him or slapped his face for even thinking of wanting to hurt me. But I was also curious about what he had planned for me that night.
“Me too” he murmured closed to my ear as I felt my wrist gently tied to what felt like leather. The room was quiet, save for the faint sound of our breathing. Mine definitely faster as I was unsure of what would happen next.
“Not to worry. I’m not going to hurt you” he whispered against my lips with his breath smelling a little sweet from the drink he had. Slowly, I could feel him gently trailing kisses along my jaw up to the side of my mouth.
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