"That is the key to ruling a harem of dangerous women. You have to be crazier than us—without ever showing it. More active, more in need, more in control. More possessive of us than we are of you."
She then kissed my cheeks softly.
"And, most importantly… show it to us."
"I think I show my love for you plenty," I chuckled, though I understood what she was getting at.
Layla wasn't as naive as I was when it came to women—she saw things with a clarity I sometimes lacked, especially when it came to my situation and what could unfold in the future. She had a perspective that I was only just beginning to grasp because she was seeing it from an outsider's perspective.
"But I get what you mean," I added, acknowledging her point.
