F*ck Me. She looks like a virgin in that getup. I want to defile her.

"What’s up, man?" Chester raises his head as he speaks. He’s still too close to Layla for my liking. He shouldn’t be breathing the same air as her.

I grip the banister. "The boys want you."

Layla hasn’t moved. Her chest is still, and I question if she’s breathing. What is she doing here?

"In a minute." Chester looks away from me.

My hand tightens ...