Chapter Eighty-Nine

Darius POV

Layla has fallen into an exhausted sleep. I know her confiding in me about her past was difficult for her. I climb out of her bed and pull the comforter around her; she sighs, rolling onto her stomach; one arm is tucked under her pillow the other is lying over it. I smile, looking down at her; she looks like she is cuddling her pillow. I can't help wishing I was the pillow, and she had her arms around me. Fucking pillow, I am so jealous right now.

I mind-link Riley and say,

“Wake up, asshole, meet me on the porch.”

He groans through the link before saying,

“It's three o clock in the morning, Darius.’

I growl,

“I don't give a fuck. I need to talk to you.”

I can hear Riley stumbling down the stairs before he reaches the porch. I look down at his feet and ask,

“Where are your shoes?”

He raked his fingers through his hair before saying,

“Shit, sorry Darius, I won't be long.”

I fold my arms across my chest while I wait; when he finally returns, I motion for