Chapter 19 Layla's Pov

• I smiled softly at him. He took that as a go-ahead and stood up from his chair, carried me in bridal style, and led me to his bed. He placed me gently on it, like I was a porcelain doll that he didn’t want to break. After that, he climbed on top of the bed with me and began to kiss me almost immediately, devouring my lips with a different want and hunger. He wanted me, and somehow that made me feel good or better.
• “I want you so bad, but I'm afraid that I would lose my senses if I didn’t take action, but the humane side of me constantly reminds me that I should be gentle with you. I don’t know how long my last straw of control would reach, but I also know I have to try.”
• It made me happy that he was telling me these things.