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6. You and me

Ivy's fingers trembled badly due the amount of alcohol in her system that she couldn't get the key in the lock so Linden took the keys out of her hand and did it for her.

Linden slowly opened the door, taking as long time as he could because he knew that he must leave her now that he brought her back home safely.

Suddenly, she grabbed his jacket's lapel and dragged him toward her and she asked seductively, looking directly into his eyes. "Would you like a sleepover?"

Linden's mouth went dry. He coughed or maybe kind of choked, trying to clear his throat. "I don't want to die in your father's hand,"

She frowned slightly and squeezed her eyes together then a tiny smile trembled as she put her finger to her lips, "Shush! I won't tell him,"

Linden started laughing really hard, but he was flattered by her offer. "Thank you for your kindness Madam," he said joking but then his tone turned serious, "you are drunk and I don't want to take any undue advantage of that,"

Ivy was young, charming and enchanting. Her smile was attractive; anybody would love to have her. He also wanted the same but not for one night. She might change her mind about him, when she won't be drunk and he didn't want her to regret.

"You are tired and you should take rest now," Linden suggested as he reached out and threaded his fingers through her hair.

Linden turned on his heel and started to walk toward the elevator when Ivy's hand reached out and grasped his forearm. "Don't say goodbye to me," Ivy said looking at the floor. Something melted inside of him and it came into his eyes.

"You have my number, aren't you?' Linden stroked her cheek, trying to get her to look at him, but she held her gaze to the floor. He pushed open the door of her apartment; his hand still clasped in hers waist, and led her inside to her house and gently guided her to the couch where he made her sit down.

Linden stood as stiff like a statue and stared at the site of the living room because it looked more attractive than he ever expected it to be. Ivy's apartments were designed to look like luxury. The costly shade of Rainwashed color on walls brightened the living room; the long white curtains were hanging before the window. The floor was a light oak, and there was a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The beautiful artwork hanging on the wall was colorful and added the finishing touches to the room decor.

"So you stay alone here?" he asked and was still looking around the room. Ivy nodded in confirmation.

"Don't you feel lonely?" Ivy was a little stunned by his question.

Ivy looked up at him. "I miss... my mom," she whispered through trembling lips. Linden's chest tightens with her words. It's the first time in this night that he heard her say something like that emotional.

Linden bent down lifting one foot at a time to remove her shoes, but he was gazing intently upon her beautiful face. It was stupid that Ivy was still smiling and the signs of intoxication visible in her pale blue but shiny eyes.

"Let's go to bed," It didn't sound very right, and she giggled like a schoolgirl and made it worst. Like the schoolgirl with a wicked crush. He inhaled deeply, shaking his head.

"I can take advantage of this" he joked with a small smirk going on his face at her stance.

"You have green signal," he chuckled at her answer but then she continued saying. "And I trust you very much now." Even Ivy didn't know what she meant but she spoke slowly as she tried to make sure she expressed herself in right way even in drunk self. His heart was throbbing with sweet emotions—filled with joy unspeakable at her answer.