Layla
It’s big.
And hard.
It’s been a really, really long time.
I chewed on my pen cap and stared down at my notebook.
Really, really hard, I added. So much so that apparently it deserved two spaces in the pro column. And I underlined the really. Both of them.
I’d gotten ready early, so all I needed to do was slip into my dress. Since Gray wasn’t due for another half hour, I’d started a pro and con analysis of sleeping with him. After twenty minutes, my pro list was pretty long, yet my con list had only one item. But if I’d dropped my collection of pros and the single con onto a scale, I was pretty sure the weight of that one negative might still tip the scale to its side.
Could break my heart again.
That was really my only reservation anymore. I’d forgiven him. I’d accepted everyt
