The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 1973

“Alright then,” Ivy conceded, sliding out of the car with a sigh.

When she got out of the car, she misstepped and stumbled forward.

But Balfour was quick, catching her by the shoulders before she face–planted onto the sidewalk.

Once steady, Ivy looked up to find herself mere inches from Balfour’s gaze.

Suddenly, her heart was racing.

She hastily regained her balance and stepped back, putting some distance between them, and mumbled a flustered, “Thanks

“Focus,” Balfour replied, glancing at his now empty hand, his expression unreadable.

Ivy kept replaying that moment of close contact. So close that she could see Balfour’s flawless skin, the thick, long

her chest, willing her heartbeat to

rate, she feared he might

wrong with your heart?

“No, nothing.”

and, with Balfour

wound, applied some ointment, and wrapped it up neatly.

the treatment room to find Balfour waiting, hands

a deep voice, “Does it still hurt?”

anymore. It wasn’t much to begin with, but thanks for

more severe ones had gone uncared for in the past.

say something more when