Asher
For the next few days, I threw myself into training Ivy. Nobody knew because we would always train very early in the morning. And then I spent the evenings training her at the gym. She worked hard too, because not only was her position at stake but my pride. She knew how my father wouldn’t pass up a moment to prove how I was still an i***t who wasn’t ready to make sensible decisions. Anxiety was getting the better of me the night before the contest, and it was an effort to close my eyes.
What if she gets hurt? What if Graham or even my dad pulls some s**t to make her lose?
“Hey,” I sighed in her scent before turning around to find Ivy standing behind me, her eyes drowsy with sleep. She looked delectable in a black satin camisole and shorts set, her cinnamon hair cascading down h
