I kiss Ivan like I can’t help it, like I give into what I’ve wanted for a long time now. And it kills me, a little, to hear him moan softly as he kisses me back, as he buries his fingers in my hair and rests a hand on my cheek like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. He breaks the kiss sooner than I thought he would, shaking his head at me. “I have to go. But Fay – you did the right thing, okay? I’ll make sure that this turns out right. For us.”“Okay,” I whisper, nodding to him.And then he kisses me again, swiftly, and gets up, and heads into the house. I watch him go. And when he walks down the stairs, I drag my forearm across my lips, wiping the taste of him away. Because Ivan thinks that I’m good, and that I’m right, but he’s forgetting one essential thing:That I was born i
