Ivy!’ I stammered, then glared at Kisten. ‘You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?

You had this all planned, didn’t you?’ I accused. ‘Thought you could come in here and seduce me like you do everyone else?’ It wasn’t as if I could be angry, lying atop him as...

His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.

As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.