Book 1: Echoes Of The Past

Chapter 25 - **Shannon's POV**

Ivy and I had just spent the night together and it had been fucking incredible. Better than the first time we had slept together and better than anything I had imagined it to be like whilst daydreaming about it for all those years.

I hadn't planned for it to happen, despite the comment she had made to me during dinner yesterday evening.

That had been a bit of a fail. She seemed to think I had some kind of agenda for the night. I really hadn't, I may have, had I been with someone else, but I'd never be like that with her and I told her that.

I don't know what had happened for her to be so defensive over dinner, but Xenia being there certainly hadn't helped matters. I had no idea she was coming to 'The Vines' that night and I certainly wouldn't have taken Ivy there had I known.

I'd been a couple of times with Xenia, but I'd never seen her there off her own back without me. I couldn't believe it.

Ivy was looking a little distressed after seeing Xenia and I know Xenia could be very bitchy. I guess it's all my fault. Xenia's just a fun girl and also a bit of fun on the side for me without the added factor of commitment; something I had always admittedly been afraid of. Plus, she was pretty experienced in the bedroom; the things she could do with her tongue were incredible, but ultimately, she wasn't Ivy.

I also had a strong suspicion that Xenia had hoped that our 'thing', whatever it was, would eventually develop into something more, but I never saw it going anywhere beyond just sex.

When I saw how dejected Ivy looked after having spotted Xenia at The Vines with her friends, I was willing to jack in any form of contact with Xenia right there and then.

I was willing to pretty much do anything for Ivy. If she had wanted me to walk through fire; which I knew she wouldn't, I would have done anyway for her.

After I told Ivy I'd go and tell Xenia I didn't want to see her anymore, Ivy started to get really annoyed with me, so in order to try and talk to her properly and avoid drawing attention to myself; as that was something I could really do without, I suggested we left.

She stood there getting huffy with me, hands on her hips, pouting, I don't know if she realises she pouts when she's in a mood, but it makes her look even more sexy than she already is to me.

I could tell she was really in a mood with me now and she didn't talk to me for the for the entire journey back to her apartment. I stole a few glances at her now and then during the journey, but she had her head turned to look out of the window.

The streetlights illuminated her beautiful features, and I hated that she wasn't talking to me when I was planning to fly back to Seattle today.

The thought of leaving things between us as they were, tugged at my heart. I didn't want to leave not talking to her again, when I'd just got her back in my life.

So I sucked it up and told her like it was and mentioned that I was flying back today, she eventually caved, and spoke to me, inviting me in for coffee; I wasn't going to turn coffee down!

As she wandered off to make our coffee I mulled things over in my head. She had asked me about my past, my drinking, and initially I had been very uncomfortable with telling her about it; truth be told, I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed that she alone had been the sole cause for my whole life derailing. I didn't know how she would take that, but she finally came and sat down opposite me and looked at me with her stunning cat-like, green eyes and I knew I couldn't lie to her anymore.

She made to go and make our coffee after her percolator went, but I knew I had to tell her now or never; I was sacrificing coffee for godsake! I questioned myself for a millisecond, wondering if I was ill, but quickly dove into what I wanted to say to her.

My heart was beating so fast that I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. This is the biggest secret I've carried around with me for the majority of my life and I was going to be telling the girl I loved how I truly felt about her.

Maybe I should have had that coffee, because I think it would have helped to speed up the process. I nearly jacked out once or twice and felt myself starting to come close to the brink of a panic attack.

I was mortified, but she took it all in her stride and helped to calm me down back to rational thinking, using the techniques I had used with her a mere few weeks ago, the irony was painful.

She persisted and I knew I had already come this far, and eventually spilled out my feelings to her in all their glory.

I watched as her eyes expanded to the size of Jupiter and wanted to run for the hills. I could feel myself blushing profusely and had already planned my escape plan in my head once I had been rejected by her. But to my surprise, she asked me to take her on a date; a proper one.

She told me that she thought there might be something there as well and I could have cried. I thought I was in a dream.

I fully planned just to stay for coffee afterwards and head home, especially after she had told me that she wanted to take things slowly, but the next thing I knew, she was asking me to stay with her — after what she had just said, I was confused and didn't initially know how to react, but she was persistent with wanting me to stay.

My dick took over by this time and I just went with the flow. Sweeping her up into my arms, I asked where her bedroom was as I'd only been in it once before. I'll never forget that sexy as hell, cheeky grin that crossed her face as she told me.

Sex with a Ivy is totally different than with Xenia. With Xenia it's usually hot, fast and dirty. With Ivy; although we have only slept together once before, the sex was mindblowing.

I wanted to take my time with her and enjoy every second of it, and this time was no different, except for the fact that I didn't make her cum.

I'd been selfish and wanted to enjoy every second, but I'd forgotten to make sure I was pleasuring her as well. She kept saying it was fine, but it wasn't with me, so I was determined to give her what she deserved, and from the noises and the faces she was making, I knew I'd redeemed myself.

The next morning I awoke before her and didn't want to wake her, she looked so beautiful and peaceful I could have stayed like that for hours, maybe even days.

I watched as her eyelids fluttered gently; she must have been dreaming, about what I had no idea.

Eventually, my bladder started yelling out to me to empty it and I silently groaned to myself as I didnt want to accidently wake her with my movements.

Whilst I was up I needed a coffee; I can't function without my first coffee of the morning, and I'd been denied an evening one the night before, but in no way was I complaining.

Ivy was still sleeping, but I knew she wouldn't want to waste the entire day in bed, as much as I probably would have loved to, with her, so I made her a coffee too.

When I entered her bedroom she was just stiring. She rolled over and sleepily looked at me. God, it was the hottest look any girl had ever given me, but once I brought her coffee over I could tell something was wrong.

Coming over to sit down on her bed I asked her what was wrong as she said that she was surprised I was still here. I was so confused, I mean, why wouldn't I be? I loved her and I told her that last night. Where else was I going to go?

Eventually, it came out that she was surprised that I was still here because she thought that most rockstars usually talked thei way into bed, and when they got what they wanted,  they usually left.

I was gobsmacked. More that she could think that of me after I completed bared my soul to her the night before. I'd told her things that I hadn't even told Jared, and she threw it all back in my face.

I was so angry. I just wanted to get out of there and leave before I said something I knew I'd later regret.