She had closed her eyes, briefly, as he'd lifted the mask away, and she blinked twice up at him once it was gone. Without thought, one of her hands crept higher, fingertips brushing the side of his neck- a kneejerk reaction to his fingers in her hair.

While she could have argued against his point, she didn't really want to.

She very deliberately lifted her hand further to curl her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, lashes lower briefly as she glanced from his mouth to his eyes again. Her expression was expectant, but not necessarily of a specific act. She could wait.

Layla was good at waiting.