You can always say no, Ivy. You hold the power. Part of her wanted to use that power and tell him to fuck off. The idea of disclosing her every sinful thought to a man hotter than Hell made her insides twist with mortification. But just like at the café, when everyone around them was focused on Silas but his stare never left her, she found herself fed up with her own bullshit. Her whole life she’d been made to feel less than, unworthy, ashamed. And here was a delicious, beautiful man offering her everything she could possibly want on a silver platter while looking at her like she was
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