Book 1: Echoes Of The Past

Chapter 32 - Changes Pt 1

**Next Morning**

There was a knock on Ivy's hotel room door and she stirred. As she did she felt a warm arm snake its way around her waist and slightly calloused fingers run up and down her side.

She turned her head and found Shannon lying on his front, his head turned to face her and a lazy smile starting to slowly form on his face.

"Morning Beautiful." He told her sleepily.

Ivy laughed at him which she was sure wasn't the reaction he had expected to his words.

"What?" He questioned, frowning.

"Your hair."

"Fuck. I must have gone to bed with it damp." He pulled himself to sit upright, the bedsheet falling from around his body to pool at his waist and ran a hand through his hair which currently resembled a birds nest.

There was another brisk knock on Ivy's room door and someone called out, "IVY!"

She recognised it as Nick's voice.

"Is that Nick?" Shannon questioned, suddenly turning his head in the direction of the knocking, his eyes narrowing as he did so. "If it is I'm going to fucking—."

"No Shannon. You won't do anything. I'll go and see what he wants."

"Are you sure?" He looked across at her.

"It's fine. I won't be long." She lent across and kissed him, before moving to swing her legs around to sit on the edge of the bed, before standing up.

As she pushed herself to stand up Shannon reached out and pinched one of her ass cheeks.

"SHANNON!" She exclaimed, spinning round to look at him.

He just lay there lazily looking at her and laughed.

She quickly scrabbled around in her suitcase to find her black satin and lace nightdress and slipped it on, before finding her matching dressing gown, tying it up as she made her way over to the room door

"Coming!" She called out.

Reaching the door, she turned the lock and opened the door finding Nick standing on the other side of it looking rather worse for wear, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans.

"Can I—." He gestured past her towards the room.

"Erm no. I'd rather you didn't. I don't think it's a good idea Nick. Sorry." Ivy told him, folding her arms across her chest, keeping the door propped open with a foot.

Nick sighed, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.

"Look Ivy." He gestured. "About last night."

"Last night where you groped me?" She tilted her head to the side and looked at him. "I don't think I really need to hear anything from you Nick. That was way out of line and I don't care how drunk you say you were."

"I know. I'm so embarrassed with the way I acted towards you last night. I was way out of line."

"You don't say. I know you were Nick. I was scared. I-I couldn't get you off me. I told you to stop, but you wouldn't.  I-I mean, what if Shannon hadn't come and stepped in?"

Nick frowned. "Shannon? W-whose Shannon? Some guy showed up last night, but I didn't see a woman."

"Me." Shannon replied, coming to stand behind Ivy and placed his hands on her hips, stroking them.

Ivy turned her head and looked up, surprised that he was standing there.

Shannon kissed Ivy on the temple, before gently pushing her behind himself. He was currently only wearing his black boxers and folded his arms across his chest, moving to rest a shoulder on the doorframe and leaning against it.