LAYLA’S POV
My fingers continue moving through Edward’s hair as he lies between my legs, gently separating the strands and smoothing them back.
“Huh?” he asks.
I swallow, looking down at him. Of course he heard me. Judging by the confusion settling across his face, he just wasn’t expecting me to ask something like that.
“If you found out that being with me could hurt you,” I repeat, trying to keep my voice from sounding as nervous as I feel, “would you still stay with me?”
His face changes slightly, his brows pulling together.
This is stupid. I know it is, but I need an answer.
I need to give him some kind of choice, even if he has no idea that I’m giving him one. Alpha Strout wants me to make the decision for Edward because he thinks he already knows what his son would choose, bu
