Layla walked quietly beside Dylan as he led her to the basement.
She didn’t know what she had expected to feel once she saw Jackson again but it wasn’t the pain that filled every part of her body. She was the one who had tried to leave, and she thought she had been ready to do that, but the reality was hitting her differently.
Jackson had rejected her, and her heart was broken.
And that was the most ridiculous thing she had felt to date. How was she supposed to live with all the contrasting feelings inside her on top of all her guilt? It was crushing down on her like a weight she would never be able to shed.
Dylan walked down the steps into the basement and she followed. Only when he reached the middle of the room he stopped and turned to her.
“I haven’t put the light on,” he state
