“There you are,” Ivy says. “I woke up and you were gone.”
He clears his throat, and as I pick up my bag, he says, “Yeah, I uh, had class.”
“I know. Brady told me where to find you.” Ivy turns my way, and gives me one of her dazzling smiles. “Hey sis,” she says. “I love your hair like that.”
I instinctively grab my braid. “Thanks.”
Her smile is bright and genuine. “Now that you dyed the front blonde, we look alike again.”
“Yeah, we do,” I say, my gaze sliding to Landon’s.
“You better dye it back or people will start mixing us up like when we were young,” Ivy advises with a laugh.
“We wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?” I say.
Ivy sidles up to Landon. “Nothing good can come from that.” She winks at me. “Am I right, or am I right?”
I nod in agreement. “Oh, you’re right.”
Nothing good can come from that. Nothing good at all. Yeah, losing my virginity to a guy who thought I was someone else, and even though I knew there was a possibility he thought I was Ivy, I still went along with it.
Yeah, I’m not really seeing a good side to that.
8
Landon
I am so goddam confused.
My gaze follows Ella as she walks away, her steps fast, like she can’t get away from me quick enough. Last night, I had a few beers, but it was Ella in my bed, not Ivy. At least the first time. I’m sure of it. I have to be. Right? Things felt different the first time, then under the stark reality of morning, when I pulled Ella into my arms, only to discover it was Ivy, the world shifted beneath me.
Yet if it was Ella, wouldn’t she have said something? Wouldn’t she have… Oh, God, I just don’t know. It had to be her, right? I wanted to bring it up, wanted her to bring it up. When she stayed quiet, I just didn’t know how to broach the subject and if I was wrong…
Fuck me.
“Are you going to answer me?” Ivy asks, and puts her hand on my face, turning me until I’m staring at her.
“What?” I ask.
She gives an exaggerated sigh. “Are you going to walk me to class? Where is your head today, Landon?” she teases.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I say, and she slides her hand into mine as we move down the hall. My heart crashes harder in my chest, and the hall blurs around me as my mind goes back to last night, to the incredible way Ella felt beneath me. It had to be her.
“What is the matter with you, Landon?” Ivy says and tugs on my arm. “Are you still thinking about last night?”
“Yeah,” I say. Not a lie. I am thinking about last night, and wondering what the hell really happened and who I was with. How fucked up is this? She gives me a sly grin full of mischief. Funny, I always found her attractive, always liked her. We got along as friends and I would have loved this kind of attention—two days ago. Before I realize what is going on, she pulls a key out of her pocket, unlocks a door and drags me in. “Where are we?” I blink, and try to see around the dark room.
“Back stage at the theater,” she tells me. “I have my own key. One of the perks of being a star.”
I struggle to figure out what’s going on. Clearly, I’m clueless like that. Well, not usually. But right now, my mind is preoccupied with Ella, and that confused look on her face when she saw Ivy waiting for us.
“Why are we here?” I ask as my eyes adjust to the darkness.
She pushes her soft body against mine, and wiggles her hips. “You seem stressed and I can’t let my man walk around stressed, and I know just how to help you.”
I take her shoulders about to move her back so I can exit the room when she slides her hands into my pants, and grips my cock. “Jesus Christ,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Ivy, don’t. We can’t. I don’t want this.”
“Shhh,” she whispers. “You don’t want us to get caught do you?”
She strokes my dick and the traitorous prick thickens, grows beneath her small expert hands. “There you go,” she says, delight in her voice as she caresses the length of me dipping into the slit or my pre-cum and using it for lubrication. I grip