IVY
Rules be damned.
It’s Christmas Eve, and everything in my life has been blown into bits. But none of that matters now.
If my desire for my best friend’s father is one problem I can solve with a one-night stand, then what's the harm?
To get over someone, you can try getting under them. Or is it someone else? I don’t know, I’m not certain. And I sure as hell don’t give a f**k.
Knox hesitates for a short while, and my heart skips a beat. However, when his lips finally crash into mine, it’s everything.
Hot, demanding, intoxicating. Whatever alcohol he took at the party left a taste on his lips. I suck it with everything in me as fireworks explode in my belly.
I’ve kissed and been kissed so many times. But in all my twenty years alive, nothing compares to this, to him, and the
