IVY
When his eyes travel back up my body, lingering on my hips, my waist, the neckline of my dress, heat floods my cheeks.
I want to look away, but I can’t.
Instead, I lean into Damien, let my fingers trail along his shoulder, tilt my head back to expose the column of my throat.
Knox’s grip on Victoria visibly tightens. Even from here, I can see his knuckles go white.
Damien says something, and I laugh though I don’t hear a word of it.
My entire body is tuned to the man across the room, every nerve ending of mine is lit up and waiting.
I watch as his thumb strokes absently across Victoria’s back, but his eyes never leave mine.
The touch looks automatic and meaningless, but the way he’s looking at me is anything but.
Silly me.
Why am I even thinking about this?
I tear my ga
