Ivy
Elias doesn't move beside me. His hand is still pressed against my stomach, fingers twitching right above my pelvic bone. I wait for him to make a move, to do what he threatened, but he remains still. The steady beat of his heart thrumming against my back.
I swallow hard, trying to force words from my lips. "What can you teach me?"
He hums, low in his chest. "Not everything. Just enough to understand what you do to me."
Before I can respond, he flips me onto my back, his face hovering just above mine. His hand slides along my wrist, slow, deliberate, until his fingers lace through mine. He brings my hand up, presses it to the hard plane of his chest. His heart is pounding as fast as mine.
"Feel that?" His voice is a growl in the quiet. "That's what you do to me. Ever
