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I leaned down and kissed her gently.
“Want to go back to my place?” I asked. “Just for tonight.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “That’s what I said last night.”
“I think we can make our own rules, can’t we?”
Ivy stared up into my face, then finally nodded. “I suppose.”
I took her hand and started out of the bedroom when she paused. I glanced over my shoulder.
She bit down on her bottom lip before asking, “Can we get the cat? I don’t want him to feel neglected if I’m gone too much.”
My heart rolled over in my chest, bearing her name with every single aching beat.
“Yeah, we can get the cat.”
Chapter 27
Ivy
If I thought sleeping with Cameron Wilder was a bizarre turn of events, then dating him was fucking bananas.
I woke up the next morning—in his bed, wearing one of his T-shirts—and found him in the kitchen making scrambled eggs. He was shirtless and whisking things, and it was so much morning stimulation that I almost turned right around and crawled back in bed with the cat.
The cat wasn’t privy to my crying rampage the day before, and the way I’d basically sliced open my insides and dropped all my emotional baggage for public consumption.
Hesitation wasn’t an emotion I was familiar with, but I hesitated all the same.
How would it be different now?
But he saw me hovering awkwardly at the entrance to the room and grinned.
“Come here,” he said.
I crossed my arms. “Why can’t you come here?”
God, leave it to me to make a ten-foot stretch of his kitchen into some symbolic war zone.
He raised a fancy-looking wooden spoon thing in the air and pointed at the eggs. “Unless you want breakfast to be overcooked, then I have to stay right where I am.”
“Fine,” I sighed. He held out an arm, and I tucked myself into his side, hand sliding easily over his stomach. The trail of dark hair that disappeared underneath his gym shorts felt particularly important, so I trailed my finger over it, back and forth.
He ducked down, stealing a heated kiss. “None of that.”
I grinned, pulling away to find a mug in the endless row of cabinets.
It was so natural.
And it was so freaking weird that it felt so natural that I was doing my best not to overthink the entire thing.
Was it really that easy?
We’d just be. No labels. No promises.
Enjoy each other’s company without the angst and drama of trying to pretend we didn’t want to be naked together all the time.
Not only that, but he’d handled my emotional hurricane like an absolute champ.
