I can’t dance anymore without thinking about Ivy’s horrific moves and wanting to see them again. And the thought of touching someone other than Ivy does absolutely nothing for me. Scratch that, the thought of touching someone else makes my dick want to retreat like a turtle into its shell—an image that creeps the ever-loving hell out of me, but there you go.

When I make my intentions known, Johnson tries to check my brow, convinced that I am coming down with something. I slap his hand away. Dex just turns his attention to picking out a place to go. Unfortunately Drew and Anna are with us. Their knowing looks chafe. I’d given Drew hell when he’d started foregoing clubs because he was clearly gone on Anna. So I am not surprised when he leans close to Anna and says in a voice obviously meant to carry, “Fifty bucks says he calls her within the hour.”

Anna’s green eyes narrow as she slants a look at me. “Gray does like his food, though. I’m thinking he’ll eat first, then call.”

“And I’m thinking you both can kiss my left—” Drew’s elbow to my gut cuts off my words.

Scowling and rubbing my admittedly empty belly, I leave them to their night, almost making it to the elevator before Anna calls out, “Give Ivy my best!”

I flip Anna the bird as the doors close on their laughter. But I’m not really pissed. They’re right; I am going to call Ivy. I cannot fucking wait to hear her voice. Her absence is an emptiness in my chest.

However, Anna knows me well, because I order room service as soon as I get to my room. After a hot shower, my food is here. I don’t bother dressing but settle down to eat. I could call Ivy now, but I hold off, playing a waiting game with myself. How long can I take it? How much do I need her?

The questions roll around in my head as I chomp down my steak with record speed. By the time I lay back on my bed and pick up my phone, my heart is thudding in anticipation of hearing her voice. In other words, I’m totally screwed. But I’m willing to dive in anyway.

She answers on the third ring.

“Heeee!”

“Jesus, my eardrums, Mac.” Despite the fact that my ear is ringing from her squeal, a huge grin pulls at my face.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m just so fricking happy for you, Cupcake.”

And there it is: the warmth that’s been missing in the center of my chest. Still smiling, I rub the area as if to keep it from going cold again. “You watch the game?”

“You know I did. You rocked it.”

“Eh, I wasn’t bad.”

“Oh, sure, not bad at all. Only eleven pass completions, one hundred twenty-four yards, and two touchdowns.” Ivy’s voice is dry. “Are you fishing for compliments, Cupcake?”

I love that she knows the game.

“Maybe,” I say with a smile. “Would have been better if you were here.”

Ivy huffs. “Are you going to guilt me over this for the rest of our lives?”

“I don’t know. Are we going to be together for the rest of our lives?” My breath hitches at the thought of forever with her, and I laugh to cover it up.

But she doesn’t seem to notice. Her tone is as saucy as ever. “Not if you keep bitching like a cranky old man.”

I snort and stroke my chest in an idle rhythm. But it doesn’t really settle me. I’m too twitchy, my bent knee rocking as I talk to her. “We’re coming back tomorrow. Want to do something?”

“Sure.” There’s a noise in the background like she’s moving around, fussing with something. Ivy’s never still. She’s a lot like me in that regard. “So are you going out tonight?”

“No, I’m in for the night.”

“What? Why?” She’s so freaking cute when she’s irate. “You should be out celebrating.”

Smiling, I reach over and grab my headphones, plugging them in so I can talk hands-free. “I’m celebrating with you.”

Awkward silence follows, and I inwardly curse my big mouth.

“Mac?” I ask when the moment stretches too far. “You there?”

“Yeah… I’m here.” Her voice is soft, hesitant. “I just… I wish I was there. I should have been there for you.”

“You’re here.” My hand stops over my heart and I spread my fingers wide, pressing down as if it can ease the ache inside. “Now, I mean. This counts too.”

“Gray?”

“Yeah?” I whisper.

“Are we good? I mean, what I said—”

“I told you, Mac. We’re good. Can we just move past it?” Fuck if I want this tension between us anymore. It’s killing me.

“Okay, okay.” More scuffling noise comes from her side of the phone. “Grumpy Gus.”

“That’s Sir Grumpy Gus to you.” I smile a little. “What are you doing? I hear noises.”

“What noises?” Mac says in a stage voice that makes me smile full-out. “I’m not hiding a body, I swears!”

“Har.”

“I’m getting into bed, if you must know.”

Instantly, my body goes tight. It doesn’t help that I’m naked and spread out on a bed. It’s a strain to sound unaffected. “You want me to let you go?”

“Nope.”

Somehow I can hear her slide under the covers. The little hairs on my skin stand on end. My hand edges down to my abdomen, the muscles hard and tense there. I imagine Ivy’s hand running along my skin and suppress a groan.