LAYLA’S POV
I poke my head out of my room and pull it back for the seventh time in the last two minutes.
Edward is sitting in the living room and I have absolutely no idea how to walk up to him given the sheer volume of crimes I committed today.
First count: blurting we are mates to save myself.
Second count: knowing he was furious with me and then disarming him, not with an apology, a gift or even by gaslighting him. No. I disarmed Edward Strout with a hug. Don’t ask me how I knew it would work. All I’ll say is that men like him tend to be severely allergic to warmth.
Third count: texting him an apology from class instead of delivering a proper one to his face.
So you see, I’ve done a lot today and I would give anything to not have to tutor him tonight. To just sink into my bed a
