Lyla

Breakfast the next morning was awkward as all hell.

I could tell from the side-glances Rashid’s entire family gave me they weren’t quite sure why I’d been brought down to begin with, and honestly, at this point, I wasn’t sure either.

When I’d woken up this morning, Rashid and I were tangled up in each other's limbs like we’d just awakened in some kind of cutesy sitcom. My face heated up immediately while I ...