Our Story Ends on the Hundredth Page
"Is this supposed to be my rap sheet?" Dexter Carrington asked, barely glancing at the diary before setting it down.
He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
"Come on, Ivy, knock it off. Brianna and I just finished a huge project. I'm dead on my feet, and I really don't have the energy to deal with this right now."
He didn't have the energy?
I looked down. The phone in his hand was still lit up, open to a conversation with Brianna Holt.