Ivy knew how much Max wanted her. She wasn’t stupid, and he hadn’t made any efforts to hide his attraction to her. He’d been honest in his intentions and – by some miracle – he'd waited for her. Max Hayashi, ex New York ranger and certified stud, heartthrob and just all-around sweetheart, had turned his back on a city of beautiful men and women to wait for... Ivy. She honestly couldn’t understand it, even now. Much to Wardo’s annoyance, she’d voiced her confusion countless times over the past year, deliberating over why someone as sweet and charming and good as Max would wanna be with someone as fundamentally broken as Ivy.
And yet he did, and Ivy was tired of running from it. She wanted him too and she was ready to try and make this work.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” Ivy whispered, laughing breathily as she stared up at his sweet, dimpled face. Her cheeks ached from smiling so much, nose twitching as she felt Max’s own tickle her skin. The sappy, sickening truth of it was that Ivy could lay there forever, with Max on top of her, crowding her body and smiling down at her without so much as a kiss shared and she’d be the happiest girl in the whole entire world.
Before Wardo, Ivy hadn’t known it was possible to feel anything even close to happy. It was a cliche and one she resented, but it was the cold, hard truth. All of her best memories involved her big, dumb friend at her side. And, through Wardo, she’d created friendships and bonds that she couldn’t have imagined even in her wildest dreams, but he’d still always been her one, true constant. They’d nursed each other through the cruelest of heartaches. Even the stuff that Ivy was still too terrified to tell him about, he’d seen the fallout of and helped piece her together one day at a time. She knew he’d laugh in her face if she ever said it out loud, but Ivy had started to believe that Wardo was the only person that could ever love her. There was nothing romantic or sexual to it, obviously, but she genuinely found herself wondering if her sole purpose in life was to look out for him and ensure he was never alone. She’d always known, deep down, that there was someone out there that would love him just as much, if not more, than she did, and Louis had proven that time and time again. But she’d long since accepted that she was here for Wardo and Wardo only, and that whatever soulmate bullshit people believed in, her was hers, even if she wasn’t his.
Beautiful, sweet Max with his pretty face and his endless charm. It had been a no-brainer to go home with him the night they’d met, and even in all her rage and irritation with him after their first encounter, she’d been drawn to him like this endless tether. He was impossible to resist, even on the worst of days. She understood now, to a degree, that there was someone out there for her. She realised that as much as Wardo was her soulmate and best friend, she didn’t have to resign herself to be alone whenever he wasn’t near. Maybe there was more than one person out there for you, and maybe they came to you in different forms; A smart mouthed best friend with no sense of self-preservation, and a dorky jock who sat on the ice with you and held you, even after you’d practically bitten his face off in anger.
“I want you to kiss me,” Ivy confirmed, finally finding her voice. She tipped her head, angling her jaw as she gave him easier access, only to pause. Her hands stilled against his stomach, thumbs pressed into his skin as she released a nervous laugh. "And..."
“I want you to be my boyfriend, if you’ll still have me?”
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