This is what it's like to be madly in love—in a lover's eyes, the sun and moon are resplendent, the mountains and rivers burn hot. You are in nothing, yet you are in everything.
That was precisely the state Ivy Holden and Jensen Morrison were in at that moment.
The feelings they had suppressed for so long had finally erupted, and there was no holding them back. The two of them wanted to be together every second of every day. Even if they said nothing and did nothing, just being able to look up and see the other person was a form of bliss.
Jensen Morrison glanced at the time on his phone and patted Ivy Holden, who was nestled in his arms. "It's getting late. Time for bed."
Ivy suddenly shot to her feet and shoved the throw pillow she was holding into Jensen's arms. "I'm going to bed. You can either go back to your place or sleep on the couch here."
"Okay," Jensen agreed readily, without any objection.
