But God, that kiss

Ivory’s POV

Today, I realized that the human body and mind are one’s greatest enemies.

My mind said one thing; my body did another.

But despite them both, I was determined.

“I’m not signing them, Arlo”

I reached for my face, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as if that would erase the fact that I kissed him so hungrily.

Arlo chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement.

“Say whatever you like, pet, it’s only a matter of time before you come crawling back.”

With that, he turned and waltzed away. Hands in pocket. Even the back of him was enticing— broad shoulders, confident strides.

I stared at his retreating figure, every fiber of me resisting the urge to run after him and slam him against that door.

“Get a grip, Ivory!” I muttered, slapping myself out of the silly thought. “You must be sick.”

Arlo paused, just before opening the door.

“I’ll pick you up at six. Dress nicely if you want to impress my parents. Dress sexy if you want to impress me.”

When the door clicked behind h