Chapter 8

Packing can come later. My flight is at two. I need to be there for twelve. I've got time to sleep.

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"I'm sorry for yesterday," I say to Layla as I follow her into her room.

"It's okay. I didn't mind," she grins at me, looking me up and down.

"What?" I ask looking at myself.

I pull my purple off the shoulder top a little up. I paired it with blue denim shorts. A watch on my hand, a simple necklace with the letter B on it around my neck, and a pair of black flats. Comfortable for a plane journey.

"You look hot. Are you sure you're not meeting a guy?" She wiggles her eyebrows at me and I laugh shaking my head.

"No guys," I say, putting my hands up.

"Girls then? I see why the top would help with it. Slide it down a little more and you've two pots of treasure there," she winks at me and I gape at her.

"Would you like me to call Kevin for you? You're not being yourself!" I say and she laughs.