All Chapters of Never trust a Blackwood : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ivy's POVAt some point during the night, Roman apparently decided personal space was no longer something either of us required. I wake slowly beneath the unfamiliar weight of him, one arm trapped somewhere beneath the duvet and the other resting across his back while he sleeps almost completely on top of me. His head is planted shamelessly against my chest, cheek pressed into one breast like he personally selected it for maximum comfort, one tattooed arm wrapped around my waist and his leg tangled between mine beneath the covers. I should probably be uncomfortable. He's enormous, my left arm has started tingling and I'm fairly certain one of my boobs has officially been promoted from body part to Blackwood-approved pillow, but I don't move.Mostly because Roman is asleep. Properly asleep. Not the half-conscious, permanently irritated version of resting I've seen from him before. His face is completely relaxed, and I don't think I've ever seen him look this peaceful.It does strange t

Ivy's POVBy seven that evening, I've checked my phone enough times to qualify as pathetic. Roman hasn't disappeared exactly. Disappearing would imply silence, and Roman has apparently decided silence is unacceptable now that he's discovered he can demand updates whenever the mood takes him. I've received six messages since he left this morning, none containing anything remotely resembling normal conversation. Eat something. Where are you? Are you still at photography? Why did it take you twelve minutes to answer me? The last one arrived twenty minutes ago asking whether I'd made it back to Hawthorne House, despite the fact I'm fairly certain he already knew the answer. Apparently sleeping with my stepbrother doesn't make him nicer. It makes him considerably more fucking annoying, which is impressive considering he started with years of experience before we ever even met. The worst part is that every time his name appears on my screen, I smile before remembering I'm supposed to find h

Roman's POVBy the time I leave the Hollow, it's after ten and I'm carrying enough anger to make every person crossing campus irritating by default. I should go back to my room, shower, eat something and sleep for longer than ninety fucking minutes. Instead, I end up outside Hawthorne because apparently every sensible decision I've ever made disappears where Ivy is concerned. Apparently knowing she's safe isn't enough anymore. I need to fucking see it for myself.Instead of going up because I can't stand anyone else in the building, I send her a simple text.Me: Come outside Hawthorne building. I'm here. Bring a bag of clothes.She comes downstairs after 10 minutes, wearing leggings, thick socks and my black shirt beneath a cardigan that looks large enough to swallow her whole and a beanie hat. The shirt shouldn't matter. It does. There is something stupidly satisfying about seeing her wearing something that belongs to me, and I'm not interested in examining that thought while I'm als

Ivy's POVI wake up alone in Roman’s bed sometime after eight, tangled in sheets that still smell like him and blinking against the thin strip of sunlight cutting through his curtains. For a few seconds, I just lay there. Then I roll onto my back, catch sight of the black T-shirt thrown over the chair and remember everything from last night. The argument. The shower. Roman finally admitting he wants this, even if apparently wanting something and being willing to tell anyone about it are two completely different things. His side of the bed is cold when I stretch my hand across it. He’s been gone a while but my phone is charging beside the bed, and when I pull it free there’s one message waiting from forty minutes ago.Roman: At class. Coffee’s on the desk.Nothing else. Very Roman.I sit up and find the coffee beside my bag, still warm enough that he can’t have bought it much before leaving. There’s something almost painfully normal about it. Last night felt like we finally stopped pul

Roman's POVI watch her walk away from me and every instinct I have tells me to go after her. Fuck giving her space. Fuck standing here while she disappears across the courtyard carrying that folder and believing every fucking word I just threw at her. I had to stand there and watch as her whole world broke. Feel my world break.My body moves before I've even made the decision, one step following another because she doesn't get to tell me she wishes she'd never met me and walk away before I can do something about it. I don't know what that something is yet. I could drag her back. Shout at her some more. Tell her I didn't mean half the shit I said. Probably make everything fucking worse because that seems to be the only thing I'm good at where Ivy is concerned.“Don't.”I stop walking and slowly turn my head towards Saint. He's standing several feet behind me with Hunter and King, and for once in his miserable fucking life, he isn't smirking. None of them are. They heard everything. An