I’m so fucking gone.
I soften my expression, not wanting her to believe I think it was stupid of her to do that. “Yeah, I am.”
Ivy’s eyes slide up to mine for a moment, before focusing on her food again.
“I’m going to go lay her down,” I whisper over Delilah’s head.
Ivy nods in acknowledgment as I stand from my chair and make my way over to the king size bed in the room. I gently set the tiny snoring sack of potatoes down, and cover her up. I hear Ivy moving around and cleaning up the mess from dinner. She stacks our plates and I take them from her to set them off to the side and out of the way.
“I’m going to go shower and get changed,” she says quietly, hiking a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of her room.
“Same,” I reply, standing in the middle of the room and feeling like I don’t know what to do with my fucking hands. They feel like lead weights dangling off my person, and not like the normal limbs I live with and use daily.
“Okay,” she says through a polite smile, then spins on her heel and enters her suite, shutting the door behind her.
When I hear the latch engage, I release a ragged exhale. What is she doing to me?
Our rooms are connected by a single adjoining door, so Ivy has her own bathroom and bedroom. I made sure of that when booking the room. I don’t need to be sharing small personal spaces with her. That would be the thing to tip me over the edge, I know it.
I scan the room for my bag, but don’t see it. I must’ve dropped it in Ivy’s room when we first arrived. We were all hungry and anxious to get settled. I wasn’t thinking about which room was who’s.
I lightly wrap my knuckles on her door, assuming she’s near it, since she just shut it only a few seconds ago.
“Yeah?” she calls through the door.
Taking that as the green light, I swing the door open, and come face to face with what I know will forever plague my thoughts and fantasies.
Ivy’s bare ass.
She’s bent over, peeling her bike shorts off, and the only thing left on her is an almost non-existent purple thong.
“Holy…shit,” I sigh out, barely above a whisper.
I’m absolutely frozen to the spot by the magnificent, round, smooth, peach of an ass in front of me.
It’s only for a second but I catalogue her toned figure like I’m going to be graded on it later. My pulse speeds up, and I begin to harden in an instant. I know I should turn to give her privacy, but it’s as if aliens took over my body, and won’t allow it.
When she hears my voice very clearlynoton the other side of the door, she screams.
“Wesley, What the fuck?” She stands and turns, covering her bare breasts with her arms while walking backward quickly to the bed, ripping the comforter off, and covering her body from the neck down.
Her outrage overrides my paralyzation, and I slap my palms over my eyes, realizing the misunderstanding that just occurred.
“You saidyeah,” I all but sputter. Thank god Lilah could sleep through a tornado.
“As in,yeah, what do you need?Notcome in!” she screeches.
“Fuck, fuck! I’m so sorry, Ivy. You just closed the door, I didn’t know someone could strip that fast. I assumed theyeahwas an invitation to come and talk to you. I left my bag in here. I’m so sorry.” I’m still covering my eyes, afraid to see the rage and horror on her face.
I hear her rustle around for a few seconds, then she speaks up. “You can move your hands,” she growls at me.
I lower my hands, but my eyes are still closed.
“Wes,” she barks.
I slowly pry my eyes open, and look down to see Ivy standing in front of me, hands on her hips and her chin tipped up in defiance. She’s being swallowed by a white fluffy hotel robe, and it makes her look like an angry little kitten. I do my best to school my expression.
“I’m so sorry,” I repeat, combing both my hands through my hair over and over. “I just needed my bag.” I scan her face trying to determine how angry she is, and if she’s going to be on the next flight out of here.
