The night had been far too eventful for Ivy.
By the time she woke up the next morning, fragments of everything that had happened between her and Xander came rushing back.
Her eyes widened.
Shit.
Should I just run?
The thought immediately crossed her mind.
Unfortunately, her body had other plans.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, she remembered almost everything.
They hadn't gone any further, but the memory of Xander's touch still lingered in her mind, making heat creep up her neck.
To her annoyance, a small smile found its way onto her lips.
Ivy stretched lazily before reaching toward the other side of the bed.
Empty.
Her brows furrowed.
Where did he go?
She glanced around the room, but before she could think any further, the bathroom door opened.
Ivy froze.
Xander stepped out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
For a moment, her brain completely stopped working.
Holy shit.
Am I looking at some kind of Greek god?
