Ivan POV
Listening to her tell me what that ba**ard said has rage bubbling up inside me. What if she had listened? What if she had believed the pictures? What if she ran from me again? "Ivan, tell me what you're thinking," she says. I shake the questions from my mind and focus my attention back on this woman in front of me. The woman that owns me completely. "I'm so thankful that you didn't let the mistakes of my past condemn me in your mind. I know how easy it could have been to believe what you saw."
"Hell, before you pointed it out, I was panicked. Whoever made the pictures is good. If they had ever seen me with my shirt off, we might be having a very different conversation." "No, I still would have known. I told you, Ivan, I know your body. I know the way you move. It's why I needed
