“Don’t start moping now. I couldn’t bear it.” “Or what? You’ll bull bait me into fucking you again?” Ivy giggled when he pressed his thumb into the arch of her foot. “I don’t remember you complaining,” she said, trying not to jerk in his hold. Silas tugged on her pinky toe, getting her attention and locking eyes with her. “I’ll never complain about being with you,” he said. “In any capacity.”
