Midnight, December 31, 2017
"Three, two, one, Happy New Year!"
Declan blew on his plastic horn while Iris threw confetti in the air. Wyatt and Abby were busy tongue-dueling, Adam was discussing exercise regimens for horses with Stetson while Jennifer was changing Flint's dirty diaper, and Austin...
Ivy looked up at him to find him staring down at her, grinning hugely, his normally bright green eyes dark with lust. "Happy New Year," he whispered, before pulling her against him. He nestled her soft body against his hard planes, and as she looked up at him, she was sure her eyes were dark with lust too. He was sex on a stick – the cutest guy she'd ever dated, by far.
And yes, they were dating.
As their lips met, she finally allowed herself to claim that idea. Although she'd fought it originally – this was supposed to be revenge on Tiffany and Ezzy, nothing more – that reluctance had somehow disappeared.