And I'm not ready for it to be over.
Chapter 10
Tip ten; hand necklace. That is all.
Ivy
Ilift a hand to push the glasses further up my nose and stare dumbly at the words on the screen.
What the fuck does this shit mean?
My brow furrows when I move to the next page and the confusion inside me just grows.
It doesn't help that I can't concentrate, my mind shifting to the memory of last night. My body still feels hot from having his hands on me, and his voice in my ears telling me how to kiss - howhewould kiss.
And then, when he did.
My lips tingle at the memory and I narrow my eyes at the screen in front of me.
This isnotgood.Not good at all.
I jump slightly when my bedroom door opens suddenly, my stomach dropping and filling with butterflies simultaneously as the man centring my thoughts walks in like he doesn't have a care in the world.
The door shuts with a click.
A raise a brow, trying desperately to ignore the riot of butterflies in my stomach. "What are you doing here?"
Unprompted, the visual of him in the closet with me last night enters my mind and I shift.
He leans against my closed door, staring at me unperturbed. "I have a lesson."
I blink and finally notice the pile of books in his hand. "Oh, right. Umm. Now?" I look around the room, all my own shit taking up the space on the bed and more shit on the desk. "We'll work on the floor."
Asher walks closer and takes a seat on my bed, the mattress jostling from the interruption.
"Or the bed." I mutter and lean up on my knees to begin clearing some space for him.
I collect the pile of papers for my assignment and shove them in my notebook before closing my laptop and leaning over the side of the bed to place it all on the floor.
A groan hits the air and I freeze, realising my back is to Asher.
And my ass is up in the air.
Fuck, my ass is in Asher's face and all I'm wearing is a pair of gym shorts.
"Ivy-"
I move rapidly, the mattress bouncing under me as I move back to a seated position, avoiding Asher's eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to -" I pause, "do that."
He chuckles, and I see his head shake from the corner of my eye. "You're so innocent."
A scoff rips out of me, "Yeah I know, I'm naive."
I can feel his eyes on me, but I do everything in my power to ignore him. "I didn't say that." He murmurs.
He didn't have to. I've been told it practically my whole life. Sheltered. Naive.
