She gasped quietly, breath hitching at the feel of him pressing up into her. Layla leaned back enough to catch his mouth with hers and kissed him thoroughly, while her hands slid down his torso to stop at his waistband. She felt alarmingly lacking in anxiety.

Maybe it's because I'm wearing underwear and sneakers and nothing else, or maybe it's the way he says my name. Probably it's both. Regardless, I feel weirdly confident in the moment, in a way I haven't felt since I showed up here. Knowing how fleeting this has to be, I plan on enjoying it.

"Jamie," she replied, pressing a smaller, softer kiss against his lower lip as her fingers undid the button of his fly.