Chapter 22

Chapter 22

The air was fresh and clear, the morning misty scent tinged with the faint smell of pancakes and chocolate syrup.

Ivy stretched and nuzzled on the silky smooth sheets that carresed her skin. She gathered the blanket around her to shield herself from the cold breeze that seeped in through the window.

The sound of chirping birds and their fluttering wings broke into her sleep making her want to look out the window to see the little winged blackbird that sang so beautifully. But again, the pleasures of the night hadn't washed off and the taste of him still lingered on every inch of her.

But it was dawn already and golden streaks of light already entered the room through the open blinds. She could feel them on her lids even with her eyes closed. She turned away from the light source and her eyes fluttered open. She blinked severally, trying to adjust her eyes to the light.

Finally open, she stretched lazily and turned to her original position, only this time, Bruce was there,