Emotion totally overwhelms me and not thinking clearly, I throw my arms around Mr. Reyes neck and hug him.
“Thank you for being so good to my mom,” I whisper.
He pats me twice on the back. “I should thank you for all the times I’ve stolen her from you.”
Pulling back, I smile. “It’s okay. I get to spend more time with Falcon, so I’m just stealing it back.”
This time a smile forms around his mouth. “You do that.”
He gets in the car, and I wave when they drive off.
“What just happened?” Falcon asks behind me.
Swinging around, I scowl at him. “You just lost your driving privileges, that’s what happened.”
“I’m serious, Layla.”
“So am I.” Pointing at my face, I ask, “Does it look like I’m joking?”
“No,” he says, finally realizing I’m upset with him. “I’m sorry for speeding.”
“And you won’t do it again,” I say.
“I won’t do it again.”
He tries to look apologetic and innocent, which draws a grin from me. “Not the same as Lake’s. The hot, sexy look works better for you.”
He smirks at me. “Oh yeah? Like this?”
I begin to walk toward my room. “Wait, tell me what happened with my father.”
“We talked. We agreed. We hugged.”
“You’re scaring me,” Falcon whispers.
I turn back around because the last thing I want to do is cause Falcon more worry, but then I see the mock look of fear on his face.
“You sound like my father now.”
“Are you looking to get on my bad side, Falcon?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips.
“No,” He closes the distance between us and leans down. “But I am looking to get inside you.”
“And here I thought you were a romantic,” I mumble.
“I’ve now fucking seen it all,” Mason says, sounding stunned.
“Right?” Lake asks.
Glancing over my shoulder, the two are sitting on the floor by the window.
“Why are you sitting there?” I ask.
“We saw the Rolls pull up, then figured we’d hang around,” Lake answer.
Mason looks at Lake. “Have you ever seen Mr. Reyes hug someone?”
“He didn’t exactly hug her back. It was more like an awkward pat.”
“You’re right,” Mason agrees.
“Want me to confiscate your car keys as well?” I growl at them.
Mason is first on his feet and walking toward the exit. “Nope. I’m good.”
Lake gets up and yawns as he stretches. “You love me too much to take my keys.”
“Lake,” Falcon snaps.
“Falcon,” Lake grins, wagging his eyebrows.
We watch him jog after Mason, then Falcon wraps an arm around my middle and pulls me closer. There’s a serious look on his face as he pushes me backward toward my door.
“Did my father say anything to upset you?”
I shake my head, and when I bump into the door, I reach behind me and open it. Once we’re inside, Falcon kicks it closed.
“Did he really just talk to you?” he asks, wrapping his other arm around me as well.
I nod, then try to stand on my toes so I can kiss him, but he only tightens his hold on me so he can keep me in place while grinning down at me.
“Unfair,” I complain.
“First promise me something,” he says, the grin fading from his face.
“What?”
“You won’t hide anything from me. If my parents do anything to upset you, please tell me.”
“Okay.” Falcon raises an eyebrow at me. “I promise I won’t keep anything from you.”
“Good.” He loosens his grip, and I can finally stand on my toes. I press a quick kiss to his mouth then step out of his hold “That’s it? Just a peck?”
“Oh, you have some promises to make yourself before you’re getting any.”
“A couple of minutes with my father and you’re already bribing me?” Falcon calls after me as I walk into my room.
I grab my pj’s and walk to the bathroom, when Falcon comes in, and says, “Why are you going in there to get changed? I’ve already seen you naked.”
I stop in the doorway and look down to the fabric in my hand as I admit, “That was in the heat of the moment. It will feel uncomfortable just dressing in front of you.”
Falcon comes to me and taking hold of my chin, he tips my face up. There’s a warm look in his eyes which makes me feel better. “That’s okay. Don’t ever do something you’re not comfortable with.”
“Thank you for understanding.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to my mouth. “Is it okay if I stay over tonight so we can talk?”
I nod and slipping into the bathroom, I shut the door.
I quickly go through my nightly routine, and when I come out, Falcon isn’t anywhere to be found.
Shrugging, I quickly go through everything I’ll need for tomorrow’s classes. I set my bag by the coffee table when the door to my suite opens. Falcon comes in, dressed in his sweats and a t-shirt.
“Are you ready for bed?” he asks, setting the keycard down on the table.