of control. Ivy’s face was covered with a reddish-tint and her hair was…honestly, it was to the point that she looked as if she was just thoroughly fucked, and that only made me want to go another round.
She hissed, “Stop looking at me like that!”
I laughed again and then heard Mia. “Ivy? Where are you?”
Footsteps echoed down the hall and soon enough, Mia, wearing an overly tight, fuchsia dress popped up in the darkened hallway, eyes bouncing back and forth between Ivy (sex hair and all) and then me, grinning unknowingly.
“EW! It smells like… SEX back here!!”
I fucking lost it. I howled with laughter and then Ivy started to giggle, too. Mia’s mouth dropped open as she backed away. Once she was out of sight she yelled, “Come out when you two aren’t spreading your stupid ‘just had sex’ endorphins around!”
I looked over at Ivy and she was holding back laughter. Her shoulders were shaking through her too-big t-shirt and her eyes were shut tightly.
“It does smells like sex back here…” I repeated, through another laugh.
“STOP LAUGHING!” Mia yelled through the house.
“I love us,” Ivy said, looking up at me with those beautiful, forest green eyes.
I smiled. “Me too.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ivy
Mia was lying on my couch, bare feet propped up on the arm rest with her arm draped over her eyes.
Dawson walked out behind me, tapping my bottom when we got to the living room. I yelped and turned back to playfully slap his chest. I loved that he still couldn’t keep his hands off me, even after banging the fuck out of me.
I loved it.
“I really want to be grossed out right now, because it really does smell like musty, hard-core sex in here, but I just can’t seem to truly be disgusted.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “How do you know what musty, hard-core sex smells like?” (Cue me acting like an overbearing mother verses the older sister that I really am.)
Sometimes it’s hard to act like a cool, big-sister/bestie when I have been almost like a mother to Mia since the night our parents died. We were both forced to grow up that night, but I’d always still acted somewhat like a mother to her, at least for the first few years.
Mia finally pulled her arm away from her eyes and glared at me. “I’m in my twenties, Ivy. You can stop with pretending like I’m a virgin because we both know I’m not.”
I rolled my eyes.
I knew she wasn’t a virgin and I’d given her enough talks about the Trojan man for her never to preform without protection, but still. I felt like it was my duty to continue on with that little tradition.
Mia sat up, closing her legs since she was wearing a dress and it was no longer just me in the house. “You two are like a Lifetime movie. One of those sickening, lovey-dovey, swoony ones. The kind where,” she paused, bringing her hands up to form quotation marks, “boy meets girl and they become the best of friends, only to be ripped apart by an awful tragedy, and then they find each other again and fall madly in love.” She smiled. “Boom. Lifetime movie.”
I let out a small giggle and Dawson walked a little further in the room, draping his arm over my shoulder.
“You’re right, we’re the epitome of a Lifetime movie,” he said, peering down at me.
Butterflies erupted throughout my belly as my heart fluttered. This was it. It was finally happening…Dawson and me, in sickening, swoon-worthy love.
Mia clucked her tongue. “So this is why you haven’t been texting me like normal all week.”
I scrunched my brows. “What do you mean?”
She opened her eyes wide. “You normally text me, like, 500 times a day, asking me if I’ve eaten, where I am, how my grades are, et cetera.”
Walking over to her on the couch, I sat beside her, the cushions enveloping me. I looked over at her profile. “Is that why you’re here? To check on little ol’ me?”