The shock on Ivy's face quickly twisted into a dark grimace as she stared at the man sleeping like he owned the bed… and her personal space.
"Sleepy head," she grumbled internally, her lips twitching. "How dare he sleep on my bed… and next to me?"
She had been trying very hard to stay away from this man. The strange sensations he stirred in her were unsettling, and frankly, suspicious. At this rate, she was convinced she would lose her sanity and get herself voluntarily admitted somewhere just to escape him.
"He cannot sleep here like that," she muttered, pushing herself up carefully while glaring at Xander.
Bad decision.
The moment she moved, his arm tightened around her waist, dragging her right back down. She landed flat on her back, completely caged under him.
"…."
Ivy blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling as if answers might be written there.
Then he spoke.
"First, look whose room it is."
