104: Loverbirds

Layla’s POV

The impossible had happened.

I’d been in Ethan’s company and I didn't feel the urge to drag my hair out from its roots in frustration at any point. It felt unreal to me, but I couldn't deny that I’d actually enjoyed his company for the first time ever especially when I could've sworn that it’d never happen.

But I shouldn't have thought so, since so many things had been happening that I thought were impossible of late.

If I was already intrigued by him before, I was far more intrigued after the time we’d just spent together, and since nothing inappropriate happened, I didn't hate myself for enjoying our time spent on nature since I was naturally a sworn lover of nature and it was bound to stir up that much excitement within me.

We were on our way back to the palace and the wind was caught in my hair as we rode, his hard rock chest was pressed against my back and I allowed myself lean into him slightly even though I didn't need the extra support, I was also equally resisting