Fifty

He pulled Ivy closer to him as the kiss got more steamy. Ivy slipped her hands into his shirt and that seemed to snap him back to his senses.

He opened his eyes, remembering why he had never found her sexually attractive to begin with and then, he pushed Ivy away, then he jumped up from the couch with his palm on his forehead.

“What am I doing? This isn’t right!”

Ivy stood up and placed one hand on his shoulder but he moved away immediately.

“Tristan…?” She gave him a hurt look.

“I’m sorry Ivy, this is my fault”

She stepped closer to him but he moved away again and turned away from her.

“What are you talking about? What's wrong with you?”

“I shouldn't have kissed you, I'm sorry. I guess I was vulnerable”

“It's okay…”

“No, it's not and you know it's not”

“Tristan, if this is because of Angela, I…”

“It's not just because of Angela”

He turned to her with a rueful expression.

“You know it's not just because of Angela. We can't do this and you know why”

Realization dawned on Ivy as she un