CHAPTER 36: HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL AGAIN
IVY'S POV
“Don’t move.”
I froze with one shoe on, one shoe off, and a laundry basket balanced against my hip.
Asher stood three steps away, staring at me.
I stared back.
The washing machine hummed between us like it had wisely decided to mind its own business.
“What?” I asked.
He didn't answer.
His eyes moved over my face, paused briefly, then softened in a way that made me immediately suspicious.
“What?” I repeated.
“You have something on your cheek.”
I wiped my cheek.
“Gone?”
“No.”
I wiped the other side.
“Now?”
“No.”
“Then where?”
He walked closer.
My brain immediately became unhelpful.
It had one job. One. Identify the mysterious substance on my face. Instead, it started reminding me that Asher had very nice hands.
Traitoro
