Page 33 of Yours To Hold
Whoever this guy is, he isn’t so bad. I nod in his direction.
“Thanks.” I shift my eyes to Peter. “Can you maybe not let them drink so much next time?”
“Hey. They’re not drunk. You guys just got shitty that they were dancing with other people. Don’t blame me,” Peter chastises me.
I know I’m being ridiculous and need to rein in my emotions before I piss off everyone here.
“Let’s go,” I growl. Grabbing the door behind Gemma and her mystery guy, I hold it open for Ivy.
“I can get myself home, thank you very much.”
“You drove here?”
“Fuck,” Ivy mumbles under her breath. “I dropped my car off at home and took a rideshare.”
“I’ll take you home.”
“I live in the complete opposite direction from you.”
“Then spend the night at my place, and I’ll take you home in the morning.”
I have no idea why I just offered that. The last thing I want is for her to spend the night at my place. Having her within reach of me when she consumes my every thought is not what I need.
“Why would I when you’re being like this?”
A smile tries to fight its way to my face.
“Are you always this disagreeable?”
That earns me a smile back. “Only with you.”
We’re both outside now. The cool spring air wraps around us. I step closer, inhaling that scent of hers that I can’t get out of my house.
Blue eyes widen as they stare up at me. The lights from the street reflect back on me. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
It’s a straight shot to my groin.
“Then spend the night.”
It’s a dare. A challenge. A need to possess. A simple request that is so loaded with meaning that she can only give me one answer.
“Okay. Lead the way.”
I walk past her, taking a deep breath of Ivy-free air. Her heels clack behind me as I cross the street to where my truck is parked in front of the gym.
Walking to her side, I open the door for her.
The smile she gives me is saccharine. “Looks like you’re a gentleman after all.”
She pulls the door shut behind her as I walk over to my side of the truck.
The drive back to my house is quiet.
I didn’t even see them dancing, but it’s like I can picture that dick’s hands all over her. I have no clue who this fucker is, but I don’t want his hands anywhere near Ivy.
“What were you two even doing?” I ask, pulling into my driveway. The house is dark. Neither of us makes a move to leave.
Why the fuck am I even so mad about this? It’s not like Ivy is my girlfriend. I’m acting like a jealous boyfriend who doesn’t want his girlfriend going out without him.
