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.