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And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

Griffin drops his shorts, tugging his t-shirt over his head. I can’t help but stare at his naked form, the heat between my legs throbbing at the sight of his hard dick.

My. God.

“It’s been a hot day; let’s shower,” Griffin suggests, moving closer to me.

I nod eagerly and slip into the hot water before Griffin joins me.

So much for my date.

20

GRIFFIN

Showering with Ivy is like having a glimpse of paradise, only to know it won’t last. Her body, naked against mine, the way we kiss one another, fuck. I don’t give a shit about Finlay, nor Kevin.

All I want is Ivy.

“Talk to me,” I whisper in her ear as the water beats down onto my back soaking us both. Ivy stares up at me, and I know without a doubt that I’m falling for her, and it scares the fuck out of me.

“I don’t know what to say,” Ivy confesses, her fingers tracing the water as it streams down my chest. “I’m sorry for teasing you today.”

I make a face and laugh.

“Don’t apologize. It was pretty hot.”

Ivy laughs too, and I pull her back in for another kiss, lifting her against the wall of the shower. She yelps as the cool tiles hit her back, but she soon forgets about it when I moan into her mouth how much I want her.

I can’t deal with her.

I need to be inside of her, but I can’t. I feel like once we’ve done that, there will be no going back. She’ll be mine, and I’ll never let her go.

“Do you still wanna move out of town?” I ask, dropping open mouth kisses on her shoulders. “For real.”

Ivy rolls her head, giving me access to her neck.

“I always wanted to,” Ivy says, her fingernails digging into my back. “Why?”

I don’t know what to say, so I go for the truth.

“I told you I didn’t want to hold you back, or give you a reason to stay.”

My dick is so close to her pussy, and all I want to do is slam into her and own her.

Her breathing accelerates, and I lower her down, reaching to turn the shower off.

“You said it yourself; we could never work out.” Ivy looks up at me through her wet lashes, and I run my thumb over her swollen lips. The thought of not having her as mine makes me feel sick.

I want her so fucking badly.

“We would work out, Ivy,” I say hoarsely, wrapping a thick towel around her. “But I couldn’t ever lose you. I can’t risk it.”

I hate my neediness. I sound like a whiny bitch, but it's true.

Ivy stops drying herself, staring at me with wide eyes. She looks like she wants to slap me or kiss me, and I’ve got no fucking idea why.

“You want to settle down, Griffin?”

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