Ivy
IvyI was looking forward to Christmas day, even if things were slightly awkward with Frances after last night. I really thought she was going to kiss me but then… she hadn’t. Maybe I was making things up, getting lost in the pretend. We were falling into a comfortable rhythm and light flirtations that were blurring the lines.
It was hard to sort out my confusing feelings when she was sitting next to me, one hand lightly resting on my leg. Her touch was light and unobtrusive but I could feel my thigh burning where she was touching me. If she moved her hand up higher—
Goodness, I shouldn’t be thinking these kinds of things. Especially not in my parents" living room. How embarrassing.
Luckily, the doorbell went, giving me an excuse to get up. I jolted up, racing through the hallway an
