It was a long session with Alaric. Ivanka never expected to feel so much better after making out with him.
They were both lying on the bed, her head on his bare chest as she listened to his heart beat calmly. Her fingertips tiptoed across his chest, painting a symphony of goosebumps.
Alaric was cold and quiet. Not because he enjoyed being one, but because he felt guilty.
He never thought they'd come to that point again, where he'd have to gain pleasure from her body. He didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve her.
They stayed quiet for a long time, with Ivanka's fingers just playing on his chest. He didn't know how else to tell her It was late and she needed to be on her way. He didn't want to make it seem like he was pushing her away.
"I don't want to leave, Ric," she suddenly mumbled, lik
