^but she never really told anyone, but Lucas, that she might be slightly interested in the same sex.^
When her fingertips brushed her wrist, she gasped and licked her lips again. "Ma-Maureen, such a pleasure...pleasure is all yours, right. Oh gosh, that came out kind of naughty," she swallowed thickly and groaned.
Layla turns to look around the boutique to hide the bright red blush and the fact that her skin is prickling and she gasps hard, but does her best to hide it by coughing. 'Oh yeah, smooth move.' She thinks to herself.
"Yeah, they all kind of appeared out of nowhere. Before them you'd go to the bar for a drink and ask the air and a few moments later it would just appear. This is jarring, in so many ways."
She finds herself now staring at Maureen's lips and lower still. What the hell, it's like this person has some bi-sexual/lesbian love spell that they put on her, or pheromones or some kind? Right? What the hell did Layla even know? Lucas still made her all flaily. Not that this girl was anywhere close to Lucas in the respect that she loved Lucas who was her world, it was merely curiosity. Suddenly, Layla did face-palm and shake herself out of her reverie.