LAYLA'S POV
If I got a dollar every time I wondered whether Edward is some kind of robot that just switches his emotions off when he’s done using them, I’d be rich enough to buy the new Harry Potter book everyone won’t shut up about.
I swear he rations his smiles, like a maximum of two per day and I’m pretty sure he already used up today’s supply. So now we’re stuck in the back seat of this moving car, and he looks like someone deeply offended him while just tapping on his phone.
Meanwhile, I’m starving.
“You’re staring,” he says.
I snap my gaze away. Facing the window, I watch the trees blur past, trying to act casual and then it hits me that looking away immediately after getting caught is possibly the worst thing I could have done.
Now it just confirms that yes, I was staring, a
