Sometimes, Layla kissed Jamie with her eyes open. Not all the way, she wasn't a creeper, but catching glimpses of Jamie losing himself in anything was always a sort of thrill. Now, though, her own eyes were fully shut as she lost herself, gladly, to Jamie's admittedly expert touch. Her nails scraped against his back and up into his hair, where her hands tightened. She wanted more.

She was ready for more.