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I was going to say casual, but the look on his face tells me it’s anything but that from his perspective.

I feel bad.

I jumped into bed with him without considering how he would feel. He’s older than me, he’s got Melody … Jesus. I need to tread carefully until I know what I want.

Because if it turns out we want different things… I push the thought away, focusing instead on his tense shoulders. The moonlight highlights his silhouette, and I bite back the words that I want to say, to beg him to come back to bed.

“I don’t do casual, Ivy. Ican’t — not with you.”

His words wash over me like ice, and my heart drops.

I was right.

Griffin wants me — all of me —and I don’t know if that’s what I want.

Fuck.

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Casual. Just fuckin’.

No way.

I’m distracted, and Kevin notices. He watches me, chewing thoughtfully on his sandwich, and I avoid his gaze.

Ivy and me … we’re endgame. Iknowit.

But something is holding her back … and I think he’s staring right at me.

“When’s your date?” Kevin asks, polishing off his sandwich.

He looks tired, and I feel bad. He’s used to having Ivy around, and she’s been in my bed every night for the past week.

I shouldn’t be giving her what she wants, but I can’t say no. Melody thinks it’s great that Ivy is around all the time, but we have to be careful that she doesn’t catch us in bed together. We’ve been lucky so far, but I don’t know how long we can hide this from her.

“Hello?” Kevin drawls, shaking his head at me.

Looking up at him, I shrug my shoulders.

I can’t exactly tell him I can’t go on a date because I’m too busy fucking his daughter, can I?

“I’m not that interested.”

“In Christina, or dating?” Kevin asks, ripping open a bag of chips.

My cheeks flush, and I turn away, so he doesn’t catch me lying to his face.

“Christina.”

Kevin scoffs.

“You’re getting old, my friend. You want a woman, so get one.”

“I don’t want just any woman, Kev.”

There’s silence, and Kevin stares past me with a strange expression on his face.

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