Chapter Fifty
The water turned on and I could hear the water flowing into the bathtub. Ian returned, picking me up from the bed and cradling my body against his chest as he carried me to the bathroom.
Ian lowered my feet to the ground and my toes sank into the plush bath mat.
“Arms up, Izzy.” He said, his voice less sharp than before.
I lifted my arms, letting him pull off Leo’s shirt that I had slept in. He dropped the shirt to the ground and I brought my arms up, crossing them over my chest.
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” He laughed, grabbing my hands and pulling them from my body.
“You’re right it’s just-”
“I’m not Leo, not Cyrus?” His lips pressed into a thin line and he raised an eyebrow at me.
“No, it’s not that Ian,” I said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
