Even smeared in filth and her hair a wild mess, she looked amazing. Good enough to eat, dirt and all. Clearly I wasn’t the only man in the house who thought that way. I had seen the obvious look of approval written across Danny’s face. He fancied her and I didn’t blame him. She could fool anyone with just a smile. The second floor was dark, so I took the lead and found the bathroom. I lit the candles on top of the counter and turned to see Laila standing in the doorway, her arms wrapped protectively around her body. She had been on her best behavior since we arrived and I was pleased the well-mannered girl had returned. I realized kissing her in the desert was not the most appropriate things to do given how she felt. She didn’t care for me in the slightest but I knew she was seeing things differently to how they really were. I couldn’t lie though, her words cut me deep. I was pissed that given everything that had happened between us, she still would rather be in Juan’s hands.
