Meadow POV
Fingertips brushing the hair from my face has my eyes fluttering open. Ivan, his hair disheveled like he had been running his fingers through it, looks down at me with a handsome smile. God, why does he have to be so hot? "I checked on Ava after I showered. I just wanted to make sure you didn't need anything before I headed to bed," he says. I should have kept my eyes focused on his face because when I realized he was wearing nothing but gray sweatpants, my mouth goes dry.
"Are you alright, Meadow," he asks with a knowing smirk. "Yep, perfect," I say, popping the p. "I guess I'll head to my room and let you get back to sleep," he says. He bends, and I expect him to press a kiss on my lips, but instead them against my forehead. I tighten my fists in frustration. What the hell
