Ivy’s POV
Sean kissed me hard, his hand at the back of my neck keeping me in place as his lips ravaged mine. His body pressed onto mine, pinning me to the seat.
He used his other hand to capture mine on my lap, making it impossible to push him away. It was a punishing kiss that left my lips feeling raw.
When he pulled back, I was fighting for my breath. We stared at each other for a few moments, neither of us saying anything as we sucked in much-needed oxygen.
Finally, I was able to make words. “Sean…what the hell–”
“Stay away from Ezra,” he ordered me.
I paused to take a few more breaths and let his words sink in. “What?”
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I want you to stay away from him,” he said. “I hate him.”
“What?” I repeated, feeling confused.
