A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want
Numbers were exchanged, Layla was glowing, head tipped back in laughter, eyes sparkling like she hadn’t a care in the world.
“Oh my God, look at them,” she whispered, elbowing me. “I could make a full PowerPoint on how adorable they are.”
I shook my head, smirking. “You really have zero chill.”
Layla leaned back, twirling her straw. “Zero chill is my brand.”
I laughed, watching her antics.
After our cocoa and laughing at a couple of Layla’s ridiculous jokes about dating disasters, she stood up suddenly.
“Alright, Rora, game time. Let’s race to that giant oak tree and take the epic fall-leaf selfie.”
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