Asher
I watched Ivy storm out of the bedroom and scowled. Lately, I was having a very hard time recognizing myself and the way I was behaving with her. And it wasn’t about sharing my space. I was not some stupid baby boy who hated sharing toys. No, it was something else. It was the thought of sharing the space with her. I lose control around Ivy. The way she makes me feel just by existing, just by breathing, scares the living daylights out of me.
I wanted her.
There, that was my confession. I wanted her like I have never wanted another woman and like I would never want anyone again. But I wasn't sure what this want was. Lust? The bond’s influence? Or more? I couldn't understand my feelings for her, and without being completely sure, I couldn't let her in. She deserved better, especial
