87

LAYLA

WEDNESDAY

"Come back to bed."

"Don't check your phone."

I spun and straddled him, looking around to see where it was. Most likely huddled somewhere in his pants. "Why?"

He arched forward, his lips meeting my neck and aiming higher.

"Uh nothing."

"Is it about Ella?"

I bet those lips had curved in a knowing smirk. It was almost noon, I hadn't slept that good in a while and he didn't wake us up, so the news hit tabloids around ten. He could've gotten up and read them at anytime.

"I haven't seen the headlines."

Mind reading Aiden. "So how..."

"If I was an obsessed wannabe sociopath. That's exactly what I'll do."

He shrugged and lifted us. "Fun's over. I need to call my mom, we should freshen up and..."

"It could take an hour to drive home and come back, maybe we should meet..."

He tossed the covers off, sliding to the edge of the bed and pulling me with him. "Who said anything about you driving home?"

I could squeal and protest, but he was a man with a mission, hauling me to the b