Ivy
I woke up to sunlight painting lines across the sheets, and for a moment, there was nothing but quiet and stillness.
And then it hit me as to where I was. I was in Damian Blackwell's bed. I instinctively reached over to find the other side of the bed empty. I sat up slowly, Damian's gray sheets twisted around my hips, and my heart felt uncomfortably full.
My dress that I wore last night lay on the floor where Damian had left it, and my heels were kicked under the bed.
Last night was sweet, but there was more to it. It was honest, and honesty is rare. I put my dress on and picked up my shoes, then left the room and went out into the hallway. I walked into the living room; the couch was a mess, with a throw blanket half-hanging off the cushions. He didn't sleep next to me; he slep
