Ford’s POV
She doesn’t know what she’s doing.
That’s what I keep telling myself as I stare at Livia, all laid out in front of me like she’s daring me to do something.
Maybe it’s all in my mind. This can’t be real.
She did ask about liking someone older, though…
No.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, my voice surprisingly calm. “Livia, all I’m saying is—“
“What if it’s someone older than me?” she insists. Her expression is less bolder now. Her conviction earlier is just not here anymore. “What if it’s not Carter?”
If it really is me and not Carter, you’ll be in my bedroom trussed up right now.
Clenching my fists so hard my nails bite into my palms, I take a deep breath.
When I speak again, my tone is perfectly even. Perfectly protective.
As though I didn’t just have a dirty
