EDWARD'S POV
"E."
"Boss."
My eyes flutter open slowly, my vision blurry at first before three heads swim into focus above me. Rio, Johnny and Leo are looking down at me with matching expressions that I can only describe as deeply invested and amused.
I blink.
They blink back.
Then, in perfect sync, all three of their gazes drop lower to my chest.
Confused, I follow their line of sight and immediately stiffen.
Layla is curled up on top of me.
Her face is on my chest, one hand fisted in my shirt while her legs are tangled with mine beneath the blanket someone threw over us. Her glasses are crooked on her nose and soft little breaths keep puffing against my shirt.
For a second, I just stare. Then I close my eyes again, because I genuinely need to confirm this isn’t some halluci
