“I’m not even sure of the things I want,” she admitted quietly. “I have things I like. A few preferences of my own. But I’ve never listed them out or really tried to categorize them.” “That’s fine, Ivy,” he said, lacing his words with gentleness. “We have time for all that. It would be an honor to help you discover more.” He could smell the excitement coursing through her, and it made his fangs ache again.
