“Will you take your hands off me, please?” She asked, tone light. Silas did so immediately. “And take three steps back?” He did, gaze never leaving her face. He knew what she was doing, what she was demonstrating to herself. Ivy needed proof that he would honor his promise. That her words, her desires, her demands would be respected. It was a struggle not to purr like a proud lion as he drank in her delighted, relieved expression. “Okay then,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “You can come back.” Waiting only half a beat, Silas reversed his actions, closing the distance and
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