Chapter 22. Sweet Nothings

Layla’s POV

Kade slammed the door shut and I jumped from the loud noise. My eyes immediately went to our bed and the wall behind it, suddenly noticing how empty it looked without a picture hanging there. The navy blue color and the white doors weren’t anywhere near as inviting as the red and gold upstairs.

The oakwood floors were covered up with a carpet whereas the bedroom upstairs had only two little carpets on either side of the bed. White furry thick carpets that wouldn’t cause your feet to get cold as you stepped down. It obviously had a woman’s touch up there and they must’ve decorated it together.

“Layla, where’s your mind at?” I turned back and faced Kade. The flower still tightly held between his fingers and his hand hanging by his side. If only I could see his memories but then again, I shouldn’t need to. I flicked my head to the flower in his hand.

“It was a message,” he looked with a pondering gaze at the flower that he lifted.

“This