Ivy.I woke slowly, my body heavy and deliciously sore all over. A single bedside lamp dimly lit the room. For a moment everything felt hazy, until I turned my head and saw him.Patrick sat in the armchair near the window, wearing only dark sweatpants. He held a glass of red wine, swirling it gently as he watched me sleep. His eyes were dark, focused, and full of quiet possession.When he noticed I was awake, a slow smile curved his lips."Hey, beautiful," he said softly. "How are you feeling?"I stretched carefully and winced at the deep, tender ache between my thighs. My face warmed. "I'm fine. Mostly. ... between my legs feels pretty swollen."Patrick's smile turned wicked. He took a slow sip of wine, never looking away from me. "Good. I like knowing you'll still feel me tomorrow."I was about to reply when his expression grew more serious."Your parents called while you were sleeping," he said calmly. "They are already on their way home. Should be here any minute."Panic hit me li
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