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Layla woke up with her arms around Jamie's waist and her cheek pressed to his shoulder, but it didn't feel particularly sexy. She squinched up her face a little before she opened her eyes and looked at the boy in her arms. Definitely a boy. Definitely not a man by any definition. But she could also feel the way her weight was settled, against the bed and against him and to be fair, she wasn't exactly the womanliest she'd ever been.

Oh, boy. Island weekend fun times, I presume.

She sat up a little, looking around, then looked down at Jamie's sleeping face and felt a certain softening of her expression. She reached out to sift her fingers through his hair, then dropped to mattress again and scooted a hand under his arm so her own was looped over his side. She tucked her face against the back of his neck and snuck closer.