LAYLA'S POV
Somewhere in the corner of the room, something moves. It could be a rat or just my imagination. Either way I can’t bring myself to look because Edward now has me caged between his arms, palms flat against the wall on either side of me, and his green eyes fixed on my face.
I cannot breathe. Or I can, technically, but if I breathe too deep I’ll exhale directly onto his face and that feels like a problem given the current distance between us.
I thought he’ll be furious after what happened downstairs. I mentally prepared for it the entire time I was hiding so the last thing I expect is for him to drag me into this room and tell me he has changed his mind.
I blink, forcing my voice to work. “You called me immature, now you’re doing it?”
His jaw tightens. “Then do you want to k
