| Desperate & Sorry

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋

DANIEL

After what felt like a thousand years, Layla finally turned toward me, her amber eyes settling on mine. "I don't know why you would assume I was in trouble simply because I'm dating Mato. But I can assure you, I'm in no trouble at all."

From the corner of my eye, I noticed her flick her nails as her palm lay on the bar. Dead giveaway.

"You expect me to believe that?"

She flicked a strand of her hair back. "I don't expect anything from you." Her gaze moved to where Mato was standing with a crowd of men. More flicking of her nails.

I cocked a brow. "You're afraid of him."

She looked back at me. "What? No. Of course not."

"Then why do you look nervous?"

She swallowed, and my eyes caught the movement of her throat. An image of us, of me lapping my tongue down the skin of her neck, tasting her, coaxing her body to ready itself for me. A memory of my lips kissing their way over her naked shoulder and down to the swell of her breast. Oh, I remembered her s