Ivy
Mother above, was there anything more breathtaking, more heart-stopping-ly gorgeous than his smile? His real smile. Not the cocky, swaggering smirk he gave to females, not the asshole grin he threw around when he knew he was being a shithead. No, his pure, boyish smile of pure joy. My smile. Because I was the only one he ever used it on. And hell, did it undo me.
It took seconds for him to reach for me, pull me into his lap, so I straddled him against the metal headboard of the bed. I slid my hands into his hair, and he met me halfway, his lips crashing into mine as our bodies pressed together. I sighed in relief. Kissing him released all of the tension I’d been holding on to. Nothing mattered in that moment. Nothing but us. But him.
His hands slid over my body, gripping my hips, s
