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LAYLA'S POV

I expected him to push me away. Tell me that this was wrong.

But his lips moved lazily against mine, tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hands reached around me to pull me closer to himself.

A smile tugged at my lips. Satisfactory. Cruel.

I knew he had some interest in me. I saw it in the way his gaze lingered when we met at the driveway, the way he looked away when I stared too long, the way he was always at his window as I gave him a show.

Let him know that I knew he saw me and I didn't care.

He had...