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He smiles. “I’m good. Speak to Ash.”
I take the phone and slip off his lap, my eyes following him as he heads into the kitchen. It still feels surreal, like I’m dreaming, and I can’t wait to tell Ash every single detail.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Wyatt
Agrin tugs at my lips as I leave Ivy in the sitting room, chatting with Ashlyn. When I woke up this morning and saw the empty space beside me, my heart sank, thinking maybe she'd changed her mind after everything we talked about last night. But then I found her curled up on the sofa, looking completely at home, like she belongs here.
I try not to eavesdrop on Ivy’s call, but in an open-plan space, it’s nearly impossible not to catch every word. And maybe I want to hear what she’s saying about us.
I turn my focus to making pancake batter, whisking the mixture with ease, but I pause when I catch the hesitation in Ivy’s voice.
“I don’t know.”
There’s a pause.
“We haven’t talked about it yet,” she says quietly. Then a soft laugh. “You’ll be the first to know, I promise.”
I glance over at her, catching the faint blush rising in her cheeks.
“Yeah, I know. He explained everything. I was an idiot for running out.”
She falls silent for a moment, and then her eyes lift and find mine. A smile tugs at her lips.
“Yeah, Ash. I’m really happy.”
Her words hit me straight in the chest, and before I even realize, I’m moving, I’m crossing the room and leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
She pulls back just enough to speak. “Ash, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you later,” she says, ending the call and tossing her phone onto the sofa beside her.
Her arms reach for me, and I don’t hesitate, easing her down until she’s stretched out beneath me on the cushions, my body slipping between her legs. I find her mouth again, and when she moans, the sound shoots straight through me, tightening every nerve in my body. I roll my hips against hers, and she tenses instantly.
I freeze, pulling back as I shift my weight off her. She avoids my gaze, so I move beside her, laying us side by side.
“Hey,” I say. “Look at me, Ivy.”
It takes a moment, but her eyes finally meet mine, hesitant and uncertain.
“Talk to me,” I whisper.
She lets out a breath. “You’re going to think I’m ridiculous.”
“I won’t,” I promise.
I already know what she’s going to say. She gave me a clue the weekend of the charity dinner, probably without even realizing it.
She hesitates again, and I reach up to stroke her cheek.
“We’ll go at your pace, Ivy,” I tell her. “I know you haven’t been with anyone… and that’s okay. There’s no pressure. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “How did you know?”
I smile. “You said something in the car last weekend… and it all kind of added up.”
She lets out a groan and hides her face against my chest, her skin burning with embarrassment.
“I feel so stupid.”
