“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?
