Page 52 of Unravel Me

“Just what I said. You aren’t staying here. So pack up all of your things and we’re leaving in five minutes. We have plans today, anyway.”

She sits back on the couch and looks at me, her mouth hanging open slightly, and I place my fingers under her chin to close it. She bats my hand away from her face and I chuckle.

“Five minutes, Ivy.”

“What if I don’t want to?” she protests.

“Do you want to stay here?” I ask, raising a brow.

“No,” she doesn’t hesitate to answer, and then covers her mouth like she didn’t mean to be so transparent with me.

“Then pack. Your. Shit.” I look down at my watch and then back at her. Four minutes, Iv. I’ll be right back.”

I go to relieve myself in the bathroom and clean up the best I can before washing my hands and returning to her. She’s packed and standing by the front door in the clothes she woke up in, two duffel bags at her feet, and her purse in hand.

“We can’t do that again.”

“Yes we can,” I tell her.

“I have a lot of shit to figure out, Sawyer. This morning doesn’t change that. I can’t think straight if we’re doing . . . that.”

Her words sting, but I’m stronger than to let them hurt me. I understand she needs time and I’m prepared to give her as much as she needs. Her body knows, her mind just needs a beat. It doesn’t mean I’m giving her space though. I walk up to her and tilt her chin up with my fingers.

“Did it feel good to come with me?”

Her eyelids flutter closed and her breath hitches.

“Answer me. Did it feel good to come because of my cock rubbing against you, wrapped tightly in my arms, my mouth on yours while pleasure pulsed through your body? Did it feel good?”

“Yes. You know it did. Yes. It feltgood,” she says the last word patronizingly, likegoodcouldn’t possibly be used to describe what it felt like.

“Then don’t say we can’t do it again. Because we will. Trust me.”

“I just. I need to focus, I need to figure out my life.”

“I figured. You can do that from my place, but don’t think for a second that we won’t be repeating that. We’re going to go shower.” Her pretty eyes shoot up to mine and I can’t help but laugh. “Separately. If that’s what you want.” I say with a wink.

“So smooth, Sawyer.”

“Then we’ve got plans.”

“What kinda plans?” She narrows her eyes at me skeptically.

“You’ll see.”

“Ugh. Fine. You win. Coffee?”

“At my place. Who do you take me for?”

I shoo her with my hands to get her going before grabbing her bags and following her out to my truck. I toss her bags in the back before opening her door and hauling her ass into it, dropping her into the seat with a little “oomph” that makes me laugh. I shut the door and round the front before climbing in.

“I really can’t believe you still have this thing.”

“I love it. Why would I sell it or trade it for something else?”

She shrugs her shoulders and looks out the window. I back out of her driveway and head down the long, private gravel road.

“Hey, baby. I gotta ask you something. Last night while you were sleeping your phone kept going off. Brooks is your ex, huh? Are his texts always that psychotic?”

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