Fixed At Her Teen

Chapter 35

Ivy's POV

Ten days.

Ten freaking days.

Ten freaking days and he hasn't touched me. Not a single hand on me to caress me.

After all I've tired.

I've been literally walking without my clothes on...well 'almost' without my clothes on.

I stopped wearing his shirt and went for the lingerie in my bag.

I can see he's affected by how it looks on me. I know he's affected by it, but why doesn't he do anything?

My first thought was maybe he didn't like making love with me but with the look I see in his eyes every time I step out of the bathroom, I know he wants me as much as I want him.

So what's the matter?

Now, time has run out.

Days have passed.

The month is over.

So is our honeymoon.

We're meant to leave the island tomorrow and get back to the real world.

I wasn't aware I was playing with my food until Dave snapped me out of my thoughts.

I looked at him, across the table.

"Are you okay?" He asked, so caringly

I blinked and sighed inwardly, forcing a smile
"Of course"

"Are you sure?"He asked "You haven't touched your food"

"I'm fine, just not hungry" I lied

Getting up, I took my plate to the kitchen and put my untouched food in an air tight, keeping it in the fridge. Dave cleared the table and did the dishes well his dish.

I watched him all along. He finally wiped his hand and turned to me. Stopping short when he caught me watching him.

We stood in silence watching eachother.

My body was getting hot with need.

My heart rate increasing with every second that passed.

But as always, he was not gonna touch me, so why even feel the need when he wasn't gonna touch me.

So I looked away.

Instead of going to bed wanting, longing for him to touch me, why not get rid of the feeling.

I swallowed and walked to the bedroom.

Shutting the door behind me. I rested on it, sighing heavily, willing my heart to stop beating so fast.

I got rid of my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I wore one of his recently used shirts, missing his smell. Missing him near me.

Missing him in general.

I tucked myself in bed, facing the balcony. I stared at the moon lit shore and listened to the waves.

Why doesn't he do anything?

Or have I been reading him all wrong.

I've been probably right all along.

Maybe he doesn't want me anymore.

He's had his fill of me.

He's taken what he's wanted and he wants no more.