Page 38 of Griffin

“What are you doing today? I know you’ve got some time off … was it to do Melody’s room?”

I toss the can into the trash and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Ivy watches me, looking away when I catch her staring.

“Yeah. I’m gonna paint it and put some shelves up. After that, I need to get some new curtains and maybe a rug.” I pause and Ivy claps her hands together with excitement.

“Can I help?”

I tilt my head to the side and gaze at her, something I’ve been unable to stop doing recently. She’s addictive.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” I laugh, moving past her to pick up the cans of paint I’d gotten yesterday,

I’m going for bright white walls, a pink canopy to go over her bed, and pink shelves.

My girl likes pink.

Ivy frowns.

“No, it’s too hot to do anything. If I stay home, I’ll catch rays outside and burn myself to a crisp. Anyway.” Ivy looks up at me. “I miss Melody already.”

“Already?” I shake my head. “She loves you.”

“I love her,” Ivy says, leaning forward onto the counter, so her ass sticks out. “She’s so beautiful, inside and out.”

My mouth dries as I fight the urge to comment on how beautiful Ivy is, especially bending over my counter like that.

“She gets it from me,” I say with a smirk, grabbing a can of paint.

“I know. She’s got your eyes.”

Ivy follows me upstairs, and I glance down at her outfit.

“What?” Ivy frowns, staring down at her white tank top and denim shorts.

“If you want to help, you might need some old clothes. They’ll get ruined.”

Ivy shrugs.

“It’s too hot for anything else.”

“Wear one of my old shirts if you want,” I say, heading into my bedroom. The idea of her wearing my clothes is enough to give me a heart attack.

Ivy hovers in the doorway, her eyes scanning over my unmade bed.

“Messy, aren’t I?” I laugh, handing her a shirt.

“Maybe you need a woman.” Ivy waves her hand around the room. “Someone to pull you up and keep you in line.”

Fuck.

She bites her lip, deep in thought.

God, those lips. I want them wrapped around my — Shit, stop!

“Yeah? You think that’s what I need?” I say, stepping closer to her as she nods.

“I don’t get why you and my dad are single. You’re both great.”

I frown, not liking being compared to her Dad when she’s making my dick hard.

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