It crawls under my skin immediately and makes me restless in a way I don’t fully understand yet. It’s like having nails shoved into the bottom of my foot while pretending I can still walk normally and maybe it’s because she’s so damn expressive. Layla feels everything on her face first and it all shows up in those huge eyes before she can hide it properly and once I notice it, I can’t stop noticing it.
So if holding her hand calms her down, then fine.
And no, this has absolutely nothing to do with me being caring. I’m just protecting my investment. That’s all this is.
The explanation sounds reasonable enough in my head until she quietly shifts even closer beside me and some of the tension leaves her shoulders.
Damn it.
A minute later, the officer finally returns carrying their recorde
