Ivan’s POV

"You are looking for trouble, butterfly..." I hissed, she snuggled against me rubbing herself like a kitten while sniffing me. This was the first time I had been openly sniffed like this

My lips twitched, confused if I should be offended or not, but one thing was for sure: she had to stop fucking moving. Those innocent blue eyes told me she wasn't aware of what she was doing because the butterfly I know would rather jump off a bridge than sniff me like her new addiction ...