The water from the overhead shower rained down on both of them, soaking into Winn's dark hair. "And yet, Ivy," he said, "I am sorry."
"Really, it's fine." Fine? Nothing about this was fine.
"Can I stay tonight?" Winn asked then.
"Of course," she whispered.
"And will you please wear your ring from now on?" he asked.
Ivy chuckled to ease the weight of the moment. "Make me." Her brow arched, daring him.
"Oh, you little tease…" Winn's lips curved in a dangerous smile, his hands already sliding down her slick stomach with confidence. His fingers parted her folds, slipping inside her as if they belonged there, as if her body had been designed for his hands alone. He curved them deliberately, hitting that sweet spot on the first try. Ivy gasped, her body clenching around his touch, nails digging into his shoulders. Her laughter melted into breathless moans, the shower filling with a new rhythm.
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