Chapter 77. The Worst of All

Layla’s POV

I heard the door slam shut and the dying echo of Ezra’s footsteps drawing away into darkness. The air felt oddly empty with his absence as if something had been withdrawn too quickly from the scene, leaving behind an empty cavity.

I stood there staring at the door for a long moment, even though he had gone.

Layla, get it together.

I shook my head and turned away, dragging myself across the room, I sank into the couch with a heavy sigh. By now, I should have felt a sense of relief at being alone. This was what I had wanted, right? Some space, some distance? A razor-sharp demarcation between what was real and what was but a momentary urge?

Yet I sat there, heart pounding with rueful emotion, while tingles of touch were still felt across me, and the mind refused to work.

My thoughts were surrounded by endless wild fantasies about what happened.

Ezra’s kiss was so possessive, demanding even, yet oh-so-gently. His hands danced