Ask her

“Layla, is there…” Ethan isn't sure what he’s even asking. “More?”

“More?” Layla sits back down, conflict in her eyes.

“You seem like you’ve got something else to say.”

“I…” she closed her mouth, her jaw flexing. Her eyes drop, the look on her face becoming sullen. “I do.”

“You can tell me.” Ethan shrugs, wondering what truth she’ll dump on him next. She’s already told him the town was loaded full of women with dicks, so what could top that?

“Ethan, I’m…” she clears her throat, “The other night, when I came over… I don’t want you to think I planned anything…”

“Ah…” Ethan can see where this is going now.

{if Layla Kiss =true}“What happened between was… It was the wine, for both of us I’m sure.”

Only able to speak for himself, Ethan can’t downplay the influence of all the red they drank.{endif}

{if HxL >0}“I didn't mean to stir up any drama. I was just… Well, I suppose if I’m being honest I enjoy being a little mischievous from time to time.”

Ethan’s tempted to mention he knows she’s still been texting Heather, but opts to not salt that wound.{endif}

“It was awful of me to put you in that position. Even though I didn't plan to… Well, anything, I should have known better. You’d been giving me all those looks and you’d no idea…”

“Looks?” Ethan shifts, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.

Layla smiles. “I’m not blind, Ethan. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“R-right,” Ethan feels like his hand is in the cookie jar. Truthfully, if she was wearing something in her normal style and not the loose and unflattering dress she’s currently in, Ethan wouldn't be able to take her eyes off her.

“I’ve been getting looks like that since I was a teenager. I’m well acquainted with that sort of attention. Although I must confess, your gaze has a certain… novelty to it.”

Ethan starts to question what she means by that, only for his eyes to fall on her chest. Despite the dress, he can still make out a faint outline of her well-endowed figure.

Layla lets out a little giggle. “Ethan?”

“Yeah?” Ethan responds a little quickly, her light laugh making his head spin.

“You still find me attractive, don’t you?” she pauses for a moment, “Despite what I am. {if Layla Kiss =true}The other night, you seemed…” she shrugs. “Open.{endif}"

Ethan takes a second to think. {if Gay <1}Truthfully, he wasn't sure he did.{endif}{if Gay >1}Truthfully, he did.{endif}{if Gay >2}He REALLY did. He’d pictured enough times over the last few days, cock and all, to safely say that.{endif} Looking at her now, she was scary beautiful, but did knowing that beauty was made possible by her having some rare genetic quirk make it lesser somehow?

Layla leans closer, her blue eyes gleaming. “The way you look at me… It’s just so addictive.”

She’s looking at him. Through him. Large portions of Ethan’s life were marked by an inability to know what women wanted. This was a rare moment he knew exactly what one wanted, and she wanted him.

Ethan is at a crossroads.

Turning her down now would surely end things. Likely for good. She’s putting herself out there in a way you can’t come back from.

The alternative leads down a path Ethan can’t predict.

"Ethan. I want you to keep looking at me."