"Do you know how to open your mouth?" His voice was smooth, seductive like silk brushing against her skin.

"Ivy, come here." He pulled her into his lap.

His embrace was warm, familiar, and comforting.

But when Ethan leaned in to kiss her again, Ivy turned her head, pushed him away slightly, "At the Collins house—was it you who took me away?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I was freezing, but I remember feeling warmth against me."

Ethan's smile deepened, clearly ...