By the time Ivy stepped out of the bathroom, Xander was already awake.
The moment she saw the solemn expression on his face and her phone in his hand, the corner of her mouth twitched.
"Someone wants to meet you," he said as soon as he noticed her.
Although his tone was calm, Ivy could easily hear the underlying displeasure.
Still, his gaze softened as he watched her climb back into bed and settle beside him.
Taking the phone from his hand, Ivy glanced at the screen.
Kevin.
A sigh escaped her lips.
"Should I feel threatened by this?" Xander asked, finally turning to face her fully.
His expression remained composed, but Ivy could sense the insecurity beneath it.
Xander had never considered himself a possessive man.
At least, not before Ivy.
But ever since she had entered his life, he found himself becoming wary of every man who got too close to her.
