“Okay,” I rasp. “You got it.”
“My parents should be home in a few weeks.” Finn leans back against the wall and crosses one foot over the other. “But you can have access to whatever you need. You’ve got a bathroom just next door, and you can use the kitchen whenever you want.”
“Alright, thanks.”
“I’ll let you unpack your stuff. When you’re done, I can show you around Willows Bay. Sound good?”
I hum and begin to unzip one of my bags. “Yeah, sure.”
“Sweet.”
When I’m left alone, I unpack my clothes into the wardrobe and drawers until my bags are empty, and the room feels a little more full than it did before.
I head downstairs when I’m done, expecting to find Finn, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Instead, I spot Ivy leaning against the counter in the kitchen, her phone between her hands. I pause by the last step and turn my attention upstairs, hearing music blasting from one of the rooms.
Ivy doesn’t notice me until I’m off the last step and walking towards her. Soon, those green eyes find mine, and she sucks in a breath. For a long moment, we have a silent standoff, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she eventually hisses under her breath.
I quirk a brow. “What am I… what are you doing here?”
Ivy’s jaw crunches. “I live here.”
“I see that,” I state.
Her chest heaves as she begins to pace.
“Should we talk about what happened?”
“No.” She whips her head to me. “Absolutely not. Finn is literally upstairs.”
I lean back slightly and fold my arms across my chest. “So, are we going to pretend what happened never happened?”
“Yes,” she sighs. “Of course we are.”
I flick my gaze between hers. She stares right back with a hardened expression.
I’d like to know why I woke up in an empty bed, but I guess I’m not going to find out with the way she’s looking at me.
“Alright, fine,” I murmur under my breath. “If that’s how you want to play it.”
Ivy doesn’t reply, and I huff out a silent sigh.
The upstairs floorboards creak, and I brace myself for Finn’s entrance. I walk towards one of the cupboards and search for a glass to pretend to fill.
“You all done?” Finn’s voice echoes from behind me.
I twist to find him shoving his phone into his pocket. “Yeah.”
“Let’s head out,” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter. “I’ll show you around town.”
CHAPTER 7
IVY THOMPSON
The next morning, I’m up bright and early. As soon as the sunlight started to seep through my blinds, there was no chance I could lie in. I’ve spent all night tossing and turning.
After getting showered and dressed, I head downstairs to grab some breakfast, praying I don’t bump into JJ or Finn.
