Ivy

by Willa Nash

This was why she came to Treason. Not for the music. Not for the crowd. Not for the dancing. She came for him. What would Ivy say if she knew Elora was fucking her older brother?

“Heads, I’m buying. Tails, candy is on you today.” Edwin flipped a quarter into the air, catching it and slapping it over the back of his hand. Then a cocky smirk spread across his face. “Heads.” “Most people don’t smile when they lose,” Cassia said. “What can I say? I like buying you candy. Make sure you stay sweet.” “Oh, Edwin.” She scrunched up her nose. “Please tell me that’s not how you flirt with women.” “Just you, Red.” He winked at her as he stood, striding to the vending machine.

“We’re very matchy.” Edwin met her at the bottom stair, taking the leafy ring from his head and putting it on hers. “The matching is intentional. That way everyone at the club knows who you belong to.”

“What did I say?” he asked, his eyebrows coming together. She waved it off. “Nothing.” “Tell me. You got this look on your face.” “I don’t want to belong to anyone but myself,” she admitted. “Fair enough,” he said. “Then how about this. We match so everyone at the club will know who I belong to.”