They lay there for a while before Roman had to go. Ivy wanted him to stay, but she didn’t voice her desires. She knew he had to get back to Harper. She watched him as he was getting dressed, admiring the taut muscles of his chest and the way his tattoos seemed alive with each movement.
“Can we talk tomorrow?” he asked her, standing by her bed, a strange look in his eye.
“Yeah,” she told him, pulling the covers closer to her chest.
“See you then.” He gave her a small smile and then left.
Sighing, Ivy rolled over and stared at the ceiling. So many emotions bombarded her at once. Her anger with her mother consumed her. Giving into her desires for Roman was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.
They had crossed a line there was no coming back from. Did she want to return from this ne
