Ivy nodded in agreement then. Relief washed over her—relief that he had drawn a line in the sand, relief that Monday promised normalcy.
"But Monday is still quite far away," Winn murmured, and before she could react, he closed the distance between them. His body pressed into hers, pinning her to the wall. The cool plaster against her back contrasted with the solid, heated weight of him in front of her. Her lips parted in shock, her breath catching in her throat.
"Mr. Kane…" she whispered. His name tasted forbidden on her lips. Every nerve in her body lit up under his nearness.
"Don't be shy now, sweetie," he said, his mouth so close to her ear that his breath fanned hot against her skin.
"We… we shouldn't." Her fingers clutched at the wall behind her, as if anchoring herself.
