"Layla."
When John's voice rang out, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over me.
All excitement vanished in an instant, and whatever arousal I had might as well have been completely snuffed out.
"It's John," Layla said, pulling away from me with a breathy moan, her lips still slightly parted from our interrupted moment.
I frowned, running a hand through my hair as I tried to process. "What the hell is he doing here? I don't remember giving him this address."
Layla simply shrugged. "I needed to see and talk to my brother before leaving, so I asked him to come straight here."
"You could've at least told him to come later…" I grumbled.
She giggled, rising on her toes to plant a quick, teasing kiss on my lips. "Relax, honey. We'll have plenty of fun once you're off this island."
I sighed. "Right… But you should take a shower first."
