Ivy was born into an overprotective, wealthy family. Her parents believe that enrolling her into a public school will corrupt her, so instead she's homeschooled, and she has been her entire life. Ivy doesn't have friends, she hasn't ever dated anyone, and feels like she's missing out on the teenage experience, especially since she's in her junior year of high school, and only has one year left before even more responsibilities are piled onto her shoulders. She's pure, innocent, untouched, but what will Ivy do when she finds out she has a stalker?
Christian watches her everyday, if she leaves the house, he follows. If she eats, he watches. If she's studying, he's there. If she breathes, he observes. He's obsessed with her, wants every part of her she has to offer. He doesn't care that he's twenty, Ivy is seventeen, a year over the legal age of consent in Indiana, and after all, age is just a number right?
He scares her, but Ivy likes it. She likes the fear, the anticipation, she likes feeling something other than boredom and monotony. She's desperate for human interaction, and as time goes by, she finds herself looking forward to his little visits, and he finds himself craving her more.
So what really happens when a sheltered girl falls for her stalker?
IVY'S SALVADOR life has only led up to one thing; following in her father's footsteps. The only problem is that she doesn't want to live her life that way, but she doesn't know how to change that.
Her life has always felt so boring and bland since it's only been going in one direction.. she needed a way out; an alternative, something different.
MYLES CROWELL was a rule breaker, he never followed along the lines of everyone in the city or the school. He was bound to be kicked out; everyone wanted him gone, he brought nothing but recklessness and a bad name for the school.
He wasn't the perfect guy but he was different, he wasn't the same as everyone else that Ivy knew. He didn't show up to every boring lecture and he didn't take shit from every stuck-up jock.
Soon enough a deal becomes between the two, an eye for a eye. This deal forms an alliance and somehow a friendship. This friendship maintains, that is until some feelings are being harder and harder to hide.
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His eyes stayed set on me, my heart racing as if I'd just run a marathon. I looked down at the touch to the side of me, his hands gripping my hips, leading me.
I picked up his speed and grinded slowly, not even a few seconds in and a groan elicited from him, "you know how good you look on top of me?"
I smiled, pressing down on his bare chest, my hands itching to move further down. As I was itching to do something, so was he, his eyes following my bruised lips and I could see every thought in that head of his. "No.. tell me ."