Ivy:
Are you awake? I need to chat with you right now. Today was a lot.
I quickly type a reply.
King:
I'm here. Tell me everything.
She responds immediately.
Ivy:
Where do I even start?
King:
The beginning. I've got all night.
She tells me how her day went.
When I get back to my penthouse, I reply to all her texts while lying on my king-sized bed alone. It's all the carefully lovingwords King says, while Declan hates himself more with every text.
My phone buzzes with another message.
Ivy:
I wish I could meet you. Actually see you. Is that crazy?
My heart stutters. Because I want nothing more than to take Ivy on a date. To make her feel the way King makes her feel—cherished, seen, beautiful.
And that’s when the truth finally lands.
This isn’t just curiosity. It’s not her unpredictability, not the thrill of the chase like I’ve been telling myself.
It’s her. I’ve truly fallen for her.
And yet, a date is impossible. Completely out of the question.
King:
Not crazy.
Ivy:
So... can we see each other?
King:
Sure.
Ivy:
When?
King:
Soon.
