Though Ivy was alone in her room, she dove under the covers after saying those words, rolling around awkwardly.

Marcus, sitting in his study, had always prided himself on being cool and composed.

But when Ivy mentioned kissing, his mind wandered to her soft, pink lips. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily at the thought.

Then he glanced down at his legs. He wasn't fully recovered yet, couldn't give her the happiness she deserved like a normal person ...