Ivy’s POV
It’s past midnight when I slip out of my room like a thief. Barefoot. Braless. Wearing nothing but his damn hoodie and a heartbeat that won’t calm the f**k down.
The hallway is dim and silent, but everything inside me is loud. Loud with need. Loud with guilt. Loud with a reckless ache I can’t outrun.
I should be sleeping. I should be pretending like I don’t remember the way his voice got all deep and rough when he called me baby girl. Like I didn’t almost beg him to ruin me the last time we were alone.
But I can’t. Because every time I close my eyes, I see him. And every time I breathe, I swear I taste him.
The office door is cracked. ight spills into the hallway like a dare. And he’s inside.
Sitting behind the desk like a goddamn sin. His shirt is half undone, chest slight
