Forever Layla: A Time Travel Romance by Melissa Turner Lee

Author:Melissa Turner Lee [Turner Lee, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AltWit Press
Published: 2014-05-22T23:00:00+00:00

David

I STARED AFTER MY MOTHER, clenching my jaw. Then I turned back to Layla. Liquid emotions pooled in the corners of her eyes. I stepped closer to her. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She shook her head and stepped away.

I followed after her. “No, it’s not okay. She’s still treating me like a kid. Like she can pick who I hang around with. I’m not a kid.”

Layla still hadn’t turned around to face me. I was afraid for a moment that she was realizing what a kid I really was— thinking of how my mom had ordered me about. What if she realized she could do better if she left and forgot all about me?

Instead she turned around, threw her arms around me, and rested her chin on my shoulder. “You’re not a kid. Your mom loves you, and she really is trying to do what’s best for you. But being a dentist isn’t it. We are meant to be together. We have to be together.” She pushed away from me. “I need to shower and get dressed. I wish the computers at work were connected to the internet.”

“What for?”

“So I could look for apartments when I have a moment.”

“I don’t think most rentals around here would be on the internet. We aren’t like that here yet.” I backed away from her. “I’ll grab us a couple of newspapers and be right back. We can both look. I’ll give you a ride into work and then come back with some boxes and get you packed.” I glanced around. “At least you don’t have much.”

Layla stepped closer and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Even with it being a quick kiss, I felt the bolt run through me like always happened when we kissed. “See you when you get back.”

After I dropped Layla at work, I drove over to Michael’s bungalow style house by the train tracks. I took the cinderblock steps two at a time and knocked on the door, sending black paint chips flittering down to the porch.

Michael yanked the door open. “You’re late.” He bent down and grabbed his guitar and wrapped the strap over his neck. “I asked Deana Thompson to meet me by the big rock down by the water tower. She said she would if I wrote her a song. I told her I would have her one by this morning.”

I pulled the house door shut behind him. “I thought she and Jason Martin were together.”

“That’s history as of yesterday. I saw her out with her friends last night at the Bantam Chef. She was putting money in the jukebox while I was beating your score on Street Fighter. Anyway, she and I got to talking about music. She’s all into Pearl Jam. I told her Head Trauma was just as good as Pearl Jam. I followed her out to her car, playfully arguing that fact, and ended up making out a little in her car before her friends came out, and she had to leave.

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