IVY’S POV

I’m sitting on the couch in the townhouse that Wyatt bought as a gift for me. He was out of the house and buy some groceries. I didn’t go with him since I wanted to stay in the house and to sightseeing early in the morning.

My stomach growled and I wanted to eat some pasta. Wyatt’s cooking is the best craving ever. He knew how to cook pasta and other dishes that I like.

I get my phone and dialed his number.

“Baby, I’m so hungry. I want your pasta!” I told him, pouting.

I can hear the voices of people around him and that he was...