I left her by the window because if I didn't walk away, then I would have destroyed everything.
Ivy was standing on the edge of trust, and I refused to push her before she took that step willingly. No ropes, no commands. Just her choosing me, and me choosing her.
The apartment felt hollow the moment I stepped inside.
Sam greeted me with a gentle whine and his head pressed into my leg. I scratched behind his ear with one hand and loosened my tie with the other. My suit still held the faintest scent of her perfume, warm and soft. Like melting honey.
I poured myself a drink, but instead of drinking it, I held it and stared out my window. I stared over the city and took note of the way the lights blurred, and it was me staring at my own reflection.
Ivy came, she let me hold her, and
