Ivy
I didn't want to feel sad. But it was hard not to. I kept replaying the look in Leif's eyes when we were meeting up with Chrys.
The swirling of his lust mingled with guilt and anger made me feel like screaming. And I was mad too. Not at Leif. Okay, a little at Leif. Especially when I noticed his b*ner during our meeting. But at Ronan.
He was the one who told me that it was okay. He was the one who convinced me to let Leif make his own choices. And yet, where was he?
The night after we met with Chrys he didn't show up back home until after midnight. He climbed into bed behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His nose went to his favorite place at the crook of my neck and he inhaled my scent deeply before kissing me there.
It stirred lust of my own, but I was mad. I wished he was
