We keep like that for a number of moments, drawing power from one another’s presence. Lastly, Ivy straightens, a decided look on her face. “Good. Then let that be your apology.” Her smile is small but defiant.

“I’ll.” I smile again and provides her knee a reassuring squeeze earlier than standing. “Why aren’t you staying with Grey?”

A flicker of unhappiness crosses her options. “We…received right into a struggle earlier. I simply can’t be round him proper now.”

I nod in understanding, not prying additional. “Why do not we go for a trip then? Would possibly calm your nerves.”

Ivy hesitates, chewing her lip as she considers my provide. After a beat, she nods. “Okay.”

She pushes herself up and about, and we head outdoors into the cool night time air. I seize the helmets from my bike, tossing one to Ivy. She catches it deftly and slides it over her head. “Yeah, yeah, don’t make me remorse it.”

I flip to Ivy and tighten the chin strap earlier than I swing my leg over the bike, revving the engine. I ignore the heat that spreads via me when she wraps her arms round my waist and presses her chest flush in opposition to my again.

It’s Ivy and this isn’t the primary time I’ve had her on this place, regardless that tonight it feels totally different than all the opposite instances.

I take off shortly, leaving large clouds of mud behind us. The night time air is crisp as I tear down the street that takes us away from the bunkhouse. It’s a one lane street that heads to our favourite spot as youngsters, the place we’d spend hours simply hanging out and speaking about what life can be like after we received older. All of the issues we deliberate to do.

It is a spot that’s as a lot part of our friendship as the 2 of us. Tonight, I feel it’s what we each want.

I twist the throttle just a little more durable as a result of fuck me, it feels too good, too rattling proper, to have Ivy so shut. I haul ass till I spot the alligator juniper within the distance, lit up by the moon. I decelerate as we method, stopping about twenty ft from the tree.

Ivy jumps off shortly, eradicating her helmet and spinning in a circle. “It’s our spot.”

“It’s.” She goes to the tree, working her palm over the jagged bark that appears a lot like alligator pores and skin.

“God,” she sighs. “I haven’t been out right here in years. About six months after you left was the final time I got here out right here.”

I flip to face the lake and set free a heavy sigh as I shove my arms deep in my pockets. “With Grey?”

She shakes her head. “No. It was simply me and Sage. I used to be fairly depressed, and regardless that your mother and Grey’s mother had been being completely cool about the whole lot, I simply got here out right here to assume.”

I attain for her, tucking a lock of thick black hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry I needed to depart. I do know it was fucked up.”

“Stone, please, for the sake of all issues holy, cease apologizing. Please?”

“I’ll do my finest. Promise.”

Her lips curl right into a wistful smile. “Inform me one thing about your life in California.”

Her query surprises me, and I drop down onto the laborious floor with a grunt. “Life in Angel Harbor was good. The Reckless Souls had been numerous enjoyable.” I inform her about among the bother I received as much as with the blokes. “Kicked numerous ass. Shot some individuals. Ate among the finest rattling pastries I’ve ever had.”

“Like Danishes?” She arches a teasing forehead.

“Even higher. Cronuts. Heaven in a pastry.”

Ivy tosses her head again and laughs. “Kicking ass and consuming cronuts. Like, I even know what that’s.” She seems up towards the starry night time. “You like the chaos, don’t you?”

I nod and take into consideration my time in Angel Harbor. “Yeah. I thrive within the chaos. What can I say? I’m good on the messy shit.”

“I ought to get that printed on a shirt for you.”

“Humorous.”

“I do know. I’m so hilarious.” She falls backward, touchdown throughout my lap as she laughs at my expense. Her lips pull tight right into a smile, however there’s a line of moisture down the middle, the moon a highlight on her lips.

“Ivy,” I groan and cup her face, bending over to press my mouth to hers. She gasps in shock, and I wait, giving her time to push me away, to inform me to cease.

When she doesn’t, I deepen the kiss. Intensify it till her arms grip my hair, pulling me nearer and nearer till I’m doubled over her. Our tongues tangle collectively, dancing a fast two-step that makes me hungrier for her. My physique is heating up, and I need extra. This kiss, sizzling as it’s, isn’t what I anticipated after I went looking for Ivy, however now that I’ve had a style of her, I need extra.

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