He rolls his eyes. “Like they’ll care.”
“When are they coming home?” I ask.
Ivy flicks her eyes to mine and grabs a napkin to wipe the lid of the carton. “Next week, I think,” she comments. “Who knows. They like to extend their holidays at the last minute.”
“What are you doing today?” Finn asks Ivy.
She shrugs and pours herself a glass of water and starts making breakfast. “Not sure,” she says. “The weather’s nice and I didn’t want to waste it in bed.”
“Want to come down to the pub with us for lunch?” he suggests, and Ivy blinks back at her brother.
“The pub?” She quirks a brow.
Finn blows out a breath. “For food.”
Ivy glances over her shoulder, our eyes meet again, and I notice the way the corner of her mouth tips up in deliberation.Please say yes,I beg pathetically in my head. Having her in my eyeline today will definitely be the distraction I need to stop looking at my phone.
“Sure.” She nods. “I could do with some good food.”
My chest eases off its tightness, and I grin.
“You spoken to Daisy lately?” Finn asks as he slumps on the stool beside me.
Ivy reaches for a knife to butter her toast. “Yeah, we spoke yesterday, actually.”
I turn my head to her with intrigue.
“Oh, really?” Finn asks. “How did that go?”
“We spoke about our differences, we apologised to each other, and we made up. Not much more to it.”
“Well, I’m glad,” Finn says loudly as Ivy walks past with her breakfast. He leans over to tug on her ponytail gently. “So, out for lunch and a drink?”
Ivy sits opposite me, and I have no shame in keeping my eyes on her. She picks up her toast and takes a bite, crumbs sticking to her lips. I study her tongue as she extends it to lick them clean, and I hate myself for being mesmerised.
Lips that have been imprinted into my brain from when she wrapped them around my cock the first night we met.Fuck.Blood rushes to my crotch, and I glance towards Finn instead to somehow distract myself, but immediately start feeling guilty.
“What time?” Ivy asks as she dusts off her hands over the plate.
“Twelve?” Finn suggests, tapping the screen of his phone.
She hums and hops off the stool, placing her plate in the dishwasher. “Sounds good to me.”
As she walks away and back up the stairs, I find myself staring at her ass and the way her hips sway without intention. After last night, I’ve fallen another thousand feet for this woman, and everything she does makes me feel like I’ve touched an electric fence.
I run a hand over my head, grazing my buzz cut. Yeah, I’m fucked.
“I’m going to go and shower,” Finn calls out.
“Alright,” I respond as he leaves me alone in the kitchen.
I takeback what I said; having Ivy with us is a terrible idea. Especially because I’m sitting with Finn, and when I find myself staring at her, I want her to myself. Not wanting to share her attention with him.
She’s still got on that baby blue sundress; one I’d love to hike up to run my fingers across her round ass and silky thighs. I shake my head subtly.Stop it. Stop it.Her lashes are now darker and curled, they’re so long they almost touch her eyebrows.
I glance down at her sternum. The dress is high enough to cover the scar on her chest, but gives off a beautiful view of her shoulders, collarbones and neck. I clutch onto my beer and grind my teeth down against one another.
She’s fucking torturing me and has no idea.
