LAYLA’S POV
The nerve.
The actual nerve of Edward Strout to look at me last night like he was trying to figure out what’s wrong, when he was the one who sent Eliot to tell me I’m too much for him.
And okay, I get it. I know myself well enough to know that I can be a lot. I talk too much when I’m comfortable. I ramble when I’m nervous. And growing up with barely anyone ever caring enough to listen means that the second I’m around someone with functioning ears, my brain immediately decides this is my one shot and starts launching words.
So yeah. Layla Foster can be too much. I’ve made my peace with that.
What does piss me off is him doing something and then turning around to act confused about why I’m pulling back. Because now, it feels like he’s looking for some reaction out of me. Li
