Layla Miller

"Time is it?" he asked thickly. Complete sentences seemed entirely out of his reach at the moment, but his point was clear enough regardless, or so he would've thought. In actuality, he wasn't all that concerned with the time -- he had nowhere to go for the day, had intended on spending its entirety with Layla -- but it filled up the silence, oddly comfortable though it was. She was just too warm, too tangible, and present for him to feel anything but at ease. It felt strangely wonderful, if wholly novel, and a part of him wondered if this might not become a regular occurrence, if this wasn't what being in a relationship was about.