“What is going on here?” My dad yelled.
“Uh…” I muttered.
I hadn’t noticed I was still on Layton’s lap. I quickly shuffled off him and shakily stood up. Layton tried to get me back on his lap but I slapped his hand away.
“I want an answer. Why were you kissing my daughter?” My dad asked Layton, his voice showing just how angry he was.
I really didn’t want Layton to answer anything to my dad. I knew how he got when someone challenged him.
“Cassidy’s mine,” Layton replied, swiftly wrapping his arm around my waist.
I tried pushing him away, but he held on to me tightly.
“What do you mean she’s yours?” My dad snapped, taking a few steps closer to us.
He was glaring at the tight hold Layton had on me.
“Dad, Layton means that I’m his girlfriend,” I said.
I softly ran my hand over Layt
