Ivy’s POV

The sun was warm on my skin, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers as I lay on the soft blanket, my head resting on Asher’s thigh. We were together on a private beach that Asher had rented because he wanted to be with me.

His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, and I looked up at him, my heart swelling at the love and adoration in his deep brown eyes. He held a grape between his fingers, dangling it above my lips with a playful smirk.

“Open up,” he teased, his voice low and warm. There was a tinge of amusement in his...