Asher
I can’t believe I kissed Ivy. Though the kiss was amazing, I know I made a huge misstep. I feel like such an arsehole. Ivy must be cursing my name, and I cannot blame her. I know that what I did was wrong. By all intents and purposes, I am not a free man. All I know is that she looked so beautiful and vulnerable at that moment, and I couldn’t help but want to be close to her. The kiss was everything I had imagined it would be. Ivy was responsive and inhibited, and her taste was intoxicating.
For days, I berate myself for my foolishness. It didn’t help that Ivy’s assistant called me and told me that the sellers accepted my terms and that I could move into my new home by the end of the week. I wanted to ask her about Ivy but quickly refrained. Ivy made it quite clear that she wanted
