After that insane night with Kelly, I left before dawn, slipping away while the stars still lingered in the sky. I wasn't about to risk waking up at her place in broad daylight, letting people see me—especially not Anna. She'd think I was some kind of immoral perverted bastard.
Maybe I was.
The streets were eerily silent as I strode home, the chill of the early morning biting at my skin. Unlocking the door with my spare key, I stepped inside, careful not to make any noise as I headed straight to my room.
But the moment I entered, I froze.
Something was off.
My bed wasn't empty.
A figure lay sprawled across it, and as I stepped closer, my pulse quickened. I saw a glimpse of thick, familiar thighs peeking from under a pink nightie, one leg bent slightly while the other stretched out.
Ivy.
She was sleeping, her soft snores filling the room, oblivious to my shock. But that peace didn't last long—I grabbed her shoulder and shook her awake.
