Ivy
“Don’t be nervous,”
“Are you talking to me or yourself?”
“Both, if I am being honest,” Asher shrugged. “Never imagined ever needing to announce my marriage,” He made a dirty face as if marriage was some disgusting word.
“So…you never wanted to get married?” I asked, out of sheer curiosity.
“No,”
“Why?”
“Not my thing. Come on, let’s deal with the drama first,” He held out his hand for me and I gave him a look.
“No physical touch.”
“I had no idea I affected you that bad, Ivyanka,” Asher said drily, retrieving his hand and shoving it in his pockets. “At least try to act as if this was a mutual decision and not some kind of scheming. That we are actually willing to try.”
“And how do I do that?”
“Wipe that scowl,” His comment made me scowl harder and he grinned, shaking
