Ivy

by Willa Nash

“What’s with you and good today?” “Just calling it like it is.” His lips coasted against hers, his tongue dragging along the seam of her smile. “Because, baby, this is going to be so fucking good.” No, this was going to be great. This was going to be the love of her life.

Edwin was lobbying for a move to Australia. Just last night, he’d read her the list of pros he’d been making to living in Melbourne. Item number one? Kangaroos. He really wanted to live where there were kangaroos.

Friends,” Ivy declared. “We’re friends. You’ll get used to it.”