I don't and he turns away. I breathe a sigh of relief.
I smile instead, a small one. A practiced one.
"Cool," I say. "Sounds... fun."
Leon tosses a cushion at Justin. "Move, you take up half the floor."
Justin flips him off and stands, making his way to the kitchen. Walking past me.
He doesn't look at me as he passes and for that I'm grateful.
But then, quietly, like it's nothing, he says to me, "You okay?"
The words are normal.
The tone isn't.
Leon doesn't catch it. Nobody does. The words are just for me.
I look at Justin and roll my eyes like I'm annoyed. Like I'm fine.
"Yeah."
Justin's jaw tightens, just a flicker, then smooths. He knows I'm lying. I wish he wasn't so perceptive.
He nods once, like he's filing it away.
I want to rewind time.
I want to punch myself for thinking he'd fight for me.
For wanting him to.
I move, needing something to do. I grab my keys.
Leon calls from the living room. "Where you going?"
"Nowhere," I say. "Was just seeing what was happening down here. I'm going to go back upstairs."
Justin's head lifts, just slightly. A glance that says something I don't want to translate.
Chapter 30
Tip thirty; use your hands too. You don't have to deep throat them, focus your mouth on the tip and suck and move, lick and kiss, while your hands pump the rest of his shaft.
Ivy
Itell myself I won't look for him as I walk down the stairs.
I do anyway.
Shamelessly I watch Asher's muscles bunch and move as he skates over the ice, helmet held between gloved hands. His hair is wet, eyes wild with the energy in the arena. He looks towards the opposing team's side, eyes darkening before he's looking towards the crowd, spotting me.
My stomach swoops before I can stop it.
His eyes are steady on mine, his brows furrowed, and he tilts his head like he's trying to tell me something. I pull my gaze away, cursing myself for watching Asher.
Get over yourself, Ivy. He doesn't want you.
