Layla gasped. She pressed back against him with her body, her mouth; hitched one knee up slightly, leg on the outside of his, still kissing him.

Ruby would have died.

Layla wasn't one hundred percent sure she, herself, wasn't going to. She knew- remembered- what it was like to... be with Jamie. Of course, it hadn't been exactly like this. It hadn't been anything like this. This was different. It felt different, and new. And she wanted it very, very badly.

And it was starting to freak her out.