Why would he matter to me?
King:
Just asking.
Ivy:
He’s just a hockey player from work. The man in those photos means nothing to me.
Weighty disappointment crushes my ribs.
I mean nothing to her. She’s dismissing the way she looked at me on that balcony like I was both her destruction and salvation.
Another text appears on my screen.
Ivy:
You matter to me, King.
It only makes things worse.
She trusts King, opens up to King, feels safe with King. But she runs from Declan, denying her sizzling attraction to him and thinking he's just another playboy who doesn't care.
I’ve built a trap of my own making.
One where I want Ivy as two different versions of myself
And I have no idea how to escape it without losing her.
9
IVY
Invisible No More
The notification chimes at three a.m., pulling me from restless sleep.
King:
Are you awake? I can't stop thinking about what you said about feeling invisible earlier.
My heart skips. I smile.
Three a.m. isn't the right time to read or reply to such a text from King. But I pick up my phone and type.
Ivy:
Now I am. Why are you awake?
King:
Couldn't sleep. My brain won't shut off.
Ivy:
What's it stuck on?
King:
