Ivy

by Willa Nash

His nose had a bump at the bridge and his chin had a slight dent in the center.

the ugliest features omg

pressing a hand to her racing heart. “You scared me.”

NOBODY DOES THAT HOW OFTEN DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, Devney

“Michael Bamford.”

ooooiiiiii

Michael wore a pair of light-gray slacks, the material smooth and no doubt expensive. His button-down shirt was a pale blue. The watch on his wrist probably cost more than her Honda.

oh, I hate these people 😂

expense of a parking pass.

or bus tickets?!?!

Red brick buildings greeted her at every turn. Ivy cloaked half of them, the vines curling up walls to add a hint of age and mystery. The history here was as plentiful as the lush green lawns that filled the space in between sidewalks.

ok, I do love this

“I’m thirty years old, El.” Zain’s shoulders sagged as he raked a hand through his hair. “I’ve spent night after night at this club, watching the same scene play out over and over again. I’m tired. I want more.” More. A simple, terrifying four-letter word. She couldn’t give him more. This son of a bitch. They’d agreed. Years ago, they’d agreed. Fuck him for changing the rules. Fuck him for making her fall in love.

whyyy is she being an absolute idiot?

mold around her body.

and stick to her naked thighs in that disgusting way it always does

He was in his standard club attire of a backward baseball cap and baggy jeans. But instead of a T-shirt straining across his chest, he wore a white tank,

and you find that sexy? really??

Cassia had never wanted to lick a throat so badly in her life.

eww

jeans and fitted Henley.

is any Perry man every gonna wear something else? and if everyone is wearing jeans, then how does that make him special?

his three cars and a Harley.

yeah, I definitely judge this guy for being a rich, superficial, small-cock wanker

“Heads is a yes. Tails is a no.”

ok, this is cute. i may be starting to like Edwin

“Elora,” he called, stopping her on the third stair. “Give me a reason to cancel it.” She squeezed her eyes shut. Goddamn, how she wished she didn’t love him this much. She wished she weren’t terrified he’d leave her one day when he realized he could find someone warm and loving and carefree. But this was reality. And he needed the woman she was not. “I can’t,” she croaked.

she is so stupid and the reason I'm considering DNF

lack of makeup.

what man has ever preferred a woman wearing makeup over no makeup????

The maturity of a man who knew exactly who he was and what he wanted.

yeah, he's sooooo different from Michael

“But not yet.” “Why?” Ivy crossed her arms over her chest, the high from the kiss fading to anger. “Am I not good enough? Am I too young? Give me a decent reason.” He crossed the room in a flash, forcing her against the counter. “Because I want you to crave me just a fraction of how much I crave you. Because I want you so worked up you can’t see straight.” Great answer. “You’re very blurry.” He dropped his forehead to hers, then he reached past her for another cookie, snagging one before striding to the door. “Night, baby.”

wtf is this game? is everyone in this story a moron?

He answered by crushing his lips

ewww morning breath

“How many orgasms does a man have to deliver to earn a hello?”

cringe

swirled her juices through her crack.

that just sounds so fucking gross. wrong words

Ivy had expected a no, so it took her a split second to realize this was the yes she’d wanted for weeks.

so tipsy is not fine, but this is?? great guy

covered with a condom,

where THE FUCK did that come from now??

Then his finger came to her clit, giving it a swirl. She was done.

and I am so done with how fast everyone comes at one touch. for real

rubbing the ache in her chest.

NOBODY DOES THAT, EITHER

She hated turkey. It made her stomach ache and had since she was a girl, but her mother had never once requested the chef make a different option.

I'm sure there are enough side to survive this meal without turkey, you brat

Henry Neilson.

i knew it had to be something to do with Cassia

master’s programs

wait. you seriously considered working with only a BSc degree? yeah duh, no wonder you couldn't find a job

No one chose Cassia. Which meant she had to choose herself.

can we be any more cliche?

“I understand why she left. I remember finding her in the laundry room once, sobbing over a basket of clothes, completely distraught that she had to fold them. She left not long after.”

first part of this book that makes me feel something other than annoyance

And as steam engulfed the room, she went to work wrapping his casts.

What is it woth Americans wasting so much water for every shower?? especially of it's already hot?? just like...take your clothes off, step in, THEN turn it on

We’re done if I say we’re done. Not a minute sooner.”

Run, Ivy, run!

He leaned down, kissing the inside of both wrists, then raised her arms once more. “Breathe, baby.”

dude. she doesn't want it, so don't do it

One flick and the button was undone.

yes, that is usually how buttons work

“Mine,”

not this again

Tate’s dark gaze was waiting. “Mine. Understood?” She nodded. “Say it, Ivy.” “Yours.”

🤮

Her decision to keep Lucas’s paternity to herself until after the holidays had been an excuse. If Elora kept delaying, she’d find other reasons to put it off—birthdays, sports, more holidays—until so much time had passed that the secrets would eat her alive.

oh really 😂 well, I guess she realizes it better late than never

“And my father’s lover.”

ah, that's what I thought

His marriage vows were guidelines at best.

lol

And Elora had the second half inked over hers.

matching tattoos. you've been together ummm...two months? and you're like 22 years old 😅

hot shower

actually, not WARM. not hot.

You weren’t Zain’s sister. You were mine.”

oh, your sister, is she? sicko 😂

50

I don't even understand what Tate wants. what is going on there??