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A loud sound was heard as the glass Layla was holding unconsciously fell from her hands into the sink, she was still registering what he had said to her when Nolan turned her around and carried her up making her seat on the kitchen counter.

Layla's heart was racing as Nolan lifted her up and set her down on the counter. His gaze was intense, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Layla couldn't speak, so she just nodded.

"Okay," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm going to kiss you now." Layla closed her eyes, her heart beating so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest.

The kiss was soft and gentle at first, and Layla's body melted into Nolan's. But then the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and intense. Layla felt herself losing control, swept away in the moment.

She wrapped her arms around Nolan's neck, her hands buried in his hair. He pulled her closer, and she felt herself falling