She closed her eyes.
He closed his fists.
"Ivy…" Winn whispered.
"Eugene! I can't do that to him! The man saved my life!" she blurted out. "HE saved my life by almost losing his."
Winn looked physically pained. His shoulders tightened, and his chest rose in a strained breath as if her words had struck him where he was already bruised. "Did you cum?"
"Excuse me?" she snapped, incredulous.
"Just now, did you cum?"
"Wh… no!" Ivy admitted grudgingly. Her face flushed. "Sucks by myself."
The honesty slipped out before she could stop it. That was the problem with Winn—he made her say things she didn't mean to, dragged confessions from her without lifting a finger.
"Babe… let me help you."
"You are not listening," Ivy snapped.
"I am. I won't fuck you." Winn promised.
"Doesn't matter," she whispered.
Winn frowned. "Why is this such an issue now? We fucked once before since you came back and you were with Eugene!"
"I wasn't with him then." Ivy admitted.
"What?"
"I lied."
