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She, still holding onto my clothes, walked around me and toward the mansion, leaving me so confused the only explanation for her half assed reaction was…Ivy was insane.
Why did that make me smile?
IVY
His room was massive.
And as I sat on his bed, I tried not to stare at him as he showered, because he didn’t have a fucking door, just a glass standing shower he stood under.
Just one look wouldn’t hurt, I lied to myself, glancing over to see his perfectly sculpted ass. It looked so hard from here. Tilting my head to the side, I leaned forward, now just openly gaping, until he turned and his eyes were on me as water traveled down an even sexier chest than I could have imagined.
Shit. Quickly, I faced forward again.
I’d cleaned up at the hospital and yet still felt dirty. I wasn’t sure if it was really my body or my mind at this point. Hearing the shower stop, I pretended to be interested in my nails.
“Are you so horny you can’t think of anything else?”
“Hey!” My eyes shifted to him and focused. He stood naked at the side of the bed, using the towel to dry his hair and not cover…his cock…his very big…thick…
“Hey?” He smirked, repeating me.
“Shut up!” I muttered, throwing his jacket at him. Why the fuck was I still holding it? It was annoying.
“I killed two men in front of—”
“I don’t know. It’s like Schrödinger’s cat. They’re both dead and alive until someone can confirm either.”
He looked at me like everyone else did at the prison when I’d keep eating even as someone got stabbed at my table.
“They deserved it. You don’t have to question if I’m okay or not. Because they deserved it.”
“And if I killed someone undeserving?” he asked, moving to sit on his couch naked…still. Thankfully he’d dropped his towel in his lap.
I didn’t answer.
He didn’t respond.
So we watched each other until he spoke again.
“How long are we going to do this, Ivy?”
“What?”
“Fuck each other with our eyes,” he said, doing exactly that.
“We’ve only known each other for two days,” I said much softer...meeker than I wanted to, shifting on his bed.
“So?” His eyebrow went up.
He had a point. I didn’t even know him and I said yes to marrying him. Well, he’d never asked but still…
“Ivy.”
“Yes.”
“Come here,” he demanded, and I couldn’t. I wouldn’t…but he just had to look at me at that moment and say, “Please…”
Crawling forward on the bed until I got to the edge and stepped onto the wood, I stood between his legs. Sitting up, he placed his hand on the back of my thigh and rested his head on my stomach. Unable to stop myself, I ran my hands through his dark, wet hair.
