Chapter Twenty-Five
Max
The muted sound of Harlow’s voice woke me, and I smiled. The sheets were cool, leading me to believe she had gotten up earlier. Well, obviously she had. My last memory was of being buried inside of her in the blurry hours of the night. I couldn’t say if I had started it, or she had, or if we’d teased each other in our sleep.
Kicking the sheets back, I swung my feet to the floor and stood. Glancing around, my eyes landed on my bag by the dresser. First things first, I needed a shower. As I stepped out of her bedroom, I heard her voice drifting up over the loft railing.
“You know what happened last time, Ivy. I was devastated. I can’t put myself through that again.”
I paused, almost frozen in the doorway. Never in my life had I actually wanted to eavesdrop, but I
