LAYLA’S POV
The morning after is exactly as awkward as I expected.
I come downstairs try to act normal, then Rafe comes into the common room with his sleeve pulled down to his knuckles and ruins my entire act.
Our eyes meet for exactly one second. One loaded, complicated, I-know-what-you-sound-like-when-you-lose-control second. Then we both look away.
It's not avoidance. It's two people who did something seismic twelve hours ago and haven't figured out where to put it yet.
Colt figures it out for us.
"What's with you two?"
Nobody answers. I pour my coffee. Rafe drinks his. Colt looks between us with an expression that says he's filing this under "things I will bring up at the worst possible moment later."
Eli is sitting at the far end of the room with his sketchbook open, and he do
