Layla And Killian

Layla

I exhale and inhale as we land. My boyfriend, Daniel, is excited to meet my family. We have been dating for six months and felt it was our natural step since I visited his parents last spring.

Daniel is tall, intelligent, and good-looking. We met at the hospital where he works as an intern doctor.

He takes my hand, and I smile at him as we leave his plane. We descend the stairs, and I immediately see Killian waiting before his car, looking devilishly handsome with his hand in his pocket. Time stopped as I took him in. He was 6'4 ft with a symmetrical, pleasing, sculptured face created perfectly by the gods —Killian was very attractive, and girls clung to him like bees on honey. I glanced at his chest and involuntarily swallowed. The thin shirt he wore was straining to cover his eight-pack.

His intense, bright green eyes were on me, making me shudder. As we approached him, he glanced at our joined hands. He murmured something and glared at my boyfriend. However, Daniel was