Chapter 45

Layla’s POV

I woke up the following morning to a hurting bone again. After watching Logan walk out of my room last night while pretending to sleep, every nerve in my body telling me to stop him, I hadn’t stopped thinking about him until sleep took over me.

There was something about him standing over me last night, watching me and touching my face. It had been a really great feeling having his warm hands against my cheek and shamefully I’d wanted more. I’d been tempted to stand up and yank him into bed with me. When he left I suddenly wanted him by my side.

I hated myself as I pulled the duvet off my body for wanting him in that kind of way. For even wanting to see him around me. But I was fast growing more used to him than I ever expected.

I rubbed my eyes brutally and tried to sit up, a foreign voice spooking me into position.

“Don’t rub your beautiful eyes off, love.”

I quickly looked to the side to find Logan seated on the lounge chair w