Layla
I had been quiet since we arrived at the airport. While we waited in the lounge for boarding to begin, I busied myself on my laptop with emails. I could work twenty-four seven and never work myself out of things to do at my firm. But today, if I was being honest, my head stayed down with my nose buried in work because I didn’t want to talk to Gray.
Last night, we’d made plans to meet for breakfast before our flight. But after hours of staying awake, fixating on the man I’d gotten a glimpse of last night, feeling like I’d been lulled into seeing the man I’d gotten to know two years ago—a man who had crushed me—I needed to use my head and not my heart to put things into proper perspective.
Conveniently, I had a headache this morning and didn’t join him for breakfast. I didn’t need a
