Ivy’s pov.

His lips crashed into mine roughly.

I froze, every muscle locked in shock before instinct took over. I pushed at his chest, my heart slamming painfully against my ribs.

“Stop—Ezra, stop!”

His hand came up, threading into my hair, keeping me still while his forehead pressed against mine.

“Do you have any idea,” he growled, his voice low and shaking, “what it did to me when I couldn’t find you?”

I turned my face away, breath unsteady. “Let me go.”

“Every day ...