Chapter 9: Your own desires
Layla placed her hand on her mouth, thus Lucius' lips brushed her palm. Their eyes met, creating a charged sensation in the air.
"I haven't brushed my teeth," Layla whispered, her voice soft, her hand still covering her mouth. She couldn't find an excuse strong enough to stop him, her heart racing at the thought of where this kiss might lead—a place she wasn't ready to go yet.
*Buzz! Buzz!*
Lucius' phone vibrated insistently in his pocket, but he ignored it. His focus was entirely on Layla, his intentions clear as he considered carrying her to the bedroom. The phone's persistent buzzing was the only thing keeping him from acting on his desire.
"You should answer your call," Layla urged, sensing her opportunity to escape. "It must be important."
Lucius reluctantly pulled the phone from his pocket, his expression hardening with frustration. As his grip on her loosened, Layla took advantage of the moment and slipped away, quickly retreating.
Lucius chuckled softly as he answered the call, watching her flee.
Layla didn't stop until she reached the outside of the mansion, her heart pounding in her chest. She placed both hands over her heart, still flustered. "He starts anywhere, anytime," she muttered, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Lucius hadn't followed her.
Her eyes landed on the large swimming pool, its shimmering blue water glistening under the bright sunlight.