Page 37 of Ink Me Three Times
Hell, I wouldneverhave planned this.
Not with her.
Not with Ivy Fletcher… my best friend’s sister.
But then she says,Maybe I don’t want to.
And everything in me goes still.
No air. No thought. Justher.
Standing in my hallway like a damn temptation wrapped in an old shirt that doesn’t belong to her, but clings to her curves like it does. Like it was always meant to.
There’s a beat, long and breathless, like the universe is warning me to back the hell off.
But I don’t.
Because she steps toward me.
One foot. Then the next.
Slow. Sure. Like she’s walking toward the edge of something dangerous and doing it anyway.
She’s walking toward me.
My pulse kicks up hard. My breath stutters. My chest tightens.
She stops in front of me, close enough that I can feel her heat. Close enough to smell the trace of something floral and feminine.
"Ivy," I say, voice low, tight. It’s her name but it’s also a warning. A question. A fucking prayer.
But she’s already there with her chin tilted up and her eyes wide, wide open.
Just that same raw,braver than she knowslook she gave me earlier, like she’s handing me something fragile and hoping I won’t break it.
And I do the dumbest thing I’ve done in years.
I reach up and brush a piece of hair behind her ear.
My knuckles graze her cheek and her breath hitches.
But she doesn’t pull back.
She leans into it.
Into me.
And just like that, the tether snaps.
Every rule. Every reason. Every line I swore I wouldn’t cross… obliterated.
"This is probably a bad idea," she whispers, her mouth brushing my jaw now. I feel the shape of every syllable against my skin.
"Probably," I rasp, not moving. Not daring to.
"But I don’t care."
Fuck.
