I really do wish I could claim you. You’re a … rare gift. But the truth—a truth your eyes just screamed—is that you don’t belong to me. There are only three people in this world I won’t steal from. Four now, I suppose. And you belong to one of them.” He stands, folding his laptop under his arm, and plants a chaste kiss in my hair. “Good night, Ivy. Go get what’s yours.”
