Page 27 of Dangerous Play

“I didn’t say pussy.” She giggled; the sound playing with some invisible strings in my chest. “I said you are not the assertive alpha type.”

“Is that your type?” I wiggled my brows. “I can put you against the wall, babe, and fuck you senseless.”

She tried to keep a straight face but ended up erupting into a laughter. “You’re so cute.”

“Cute? I’ve been called worse.”

“Like… pussy?”

I shook my head in disbelief but didn’t really care she was teasing me. It was great to see a glimpse of the girl I met in the bar. Her laughter warmed my chest and her smile was contagious. No wonder she caught my eye in the bar. Too bad Ander was hellbent on killing every ounce of happiness in her and leaving her in pieces.

I tucked her wayward hair behind her ears. “I know, you think there is probably a correlation between Thalia and you, and you will go back to your apartment thinking of every single scenario where you might have actedcrazy, but trust me, you two are nothing alike. In your story, no matter who is telling it, you are the victim, and you shouldn’t let him have the power to tell you otherwise.”

She sank her teeth into her lower lips. “How would you know? You don’t even know me.”

“I’m a pretty good judge of character.”

“Really?”

“Well… post-Thalia,” I offered.

“I need to see that for myself before I place my trust in you.”

I clung onto my chest and laid on my bed. “You wounded me.”

“You’ll live.” She patted my knee. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I wiggled my brows, folding my arms behind my back.

“For… all of it.”

“It’s mutually beneficial, Blossom.”

Ivy leaned next to me, her face in line with mine. “That’s the best you came up with?”

In everyone’s mind Ivy’s where these long dark green plant with pointed leaves. Not many people knew that they actually blossomed in autumn having small green flowers. It wasn’tanything spectacular, but they were blossoming. Just like the girl in front of me will once she was fully healed.

“I can always stick to babe and be basic about it.”

Ivy shook her head, confusion still wrinkling her forehead. “I think I can grow to like it. It’s… different. Not your usual pet name.”

“I’m not your usual boyfriend.” I winked and earned myself another of her sweet laughers. I needed to bottle up that sound and play it on repeat from what it did to my chest. It was ridiculous how stupidly happy it made me to hear her laugh. I would have done anything to keep her laughing.

Well… almost anything.

An hour later, we were all dressed in clothes from our first day, me in jeans and a black T-shirt paired with my white converses, while Ivy wore her red top that hugged her breasts, but left her stomach exposed and paired it with low-rising straight jeans.

“So, what do we do?” I asked. We stood in the backyard of our soccer house.

Dex motioned for us to stand closer to each other. “Just pose for a golden hour pic.”

“What does that even mean?” I muttered, and Ivy chuckled next to me.

“Don’t you ever take Instagram pictures or TikToks?” she enquired, tilting her head to the side. Our arms brushed as we took another step closer to each other, and I stared into her green eyes.

I grimaced. “Do I look like I do that? I’m offended. And what are you, a wannabe influencer by night and computer science nerd by day?”

“Have you not met people with depth?” she fired back with a grin. “You know… the thing called personality… you could try it. And no, Maximilian, soccer is not a personality.”

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