Chapter Eleven (Roman's POV)

Fuck, fuck, fuck. God, why didn't I sleep on the couch? I can't handle this anymore. This is pure torture. She shifts a bit, comes closer, and takes my hand in her chest, and I think I forgot how to breathe. I think I am going to cry. It's been almost half an hour of me trying to get to a comfortable position but failing every time. Every time I try to get back a little, she comes closer. I try to control my breathing and attempt to get out of bed for the hundredth time. Nop there's no escape from here. My morning wood wasn't going to get anywhere either, and I think I am going to die.

It's been weeks of me sleeping with Ivy so she would feel more secure, but there's not been a day that I have woken up with my dick looking like a breakfast burrito. It is like he has a mind of his own now. I try to breathe and calm myself as Ivy stirs again. She turns to me, still with her eyes closed, hugs me, and kisses my cheek. Fuck me. No, she has been through hell, this is the last thing I would