When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself laying on Tristan’s lap, on the couch. She fluttered her lashes, brushing off the sleep that was still lingering in her eyes. Both of their gazes got locked.
As Ivy got up from his lap, she realized that Tristan hadn’t slept all night, but he was staring at her instead. “Are you mad?” she got down from the couch, adjusting her dress. “You could have put me in the bed—”
He just flashed a grin at her. “Why would I do that?” his golden-brown eyes twinkled. “I enjoyed cradling you to sleep…”
Ivy couldn’t say if what he did was creepy or romantic—but she did feel about his. And it was the best sleep she had ever had in the past few days.
She looked around the hotel room, only to see that the rest of them were long gone. Ivy didn’t care to ask wh
