Ivy's fingers trembled badly due the amount of alcohol in her system that she couldn't get the key in the lock so Linden took the keys out of her hand and did it for her.

Linden slowly opened the door, taking as long time as he could because he knew that he must leave her now that he brought her back home safely.

Suddenly, she grabbed his jacket's lapel and dragged him toward her and she asked seductively, looking directly into his eyes. "Would you like a sleepover?"

Linden's mouth went dry. He coughed or maybe kind of choked, trying to clear his throat. "I don't want to die in your father's hand,"

She frowned slightly and squeezed her eyes together then a tiny smile trembled as she put her finger to her lips, "Shush! I won't tell him,"

Linden started laughing really hard, but he was flattered by her offer. "Thank you for your kindness Madam," he said joking but then his tone turned serious, "you are drunk and I don't want to take any undue advantage of that,"

Ivy was young, charming and enchanting. Her smile was attractive; anybody would love to have her. He also wanted the same but not for one night. She might change her mind about him, when she won't be drunk and he didn't want her to regret.

"You are tired and you should take rest now," Linden suggested as he reached out and threaded his fingers through her hair.

Linden turned on his heel and started to walk toward the elevator when Ivy's hand reached out and grasped his forearm. "Don't say goodbye to me," Ivy said looking at the floor. Something melted inside of him and it came into his eyes.

"You have my number, aren't you?' Linden stroked her cheek, trying to get her to look at him, but she held her gaze to the floor. He pushed open the door of her apartment; his hand still clasped in hers waist, and led her inside to her house and gently guided her to the couch where he made her sit down.

Linden stood as stiff like a statue and stared at the site of the living room because it looked more attractive than he ever expected it to be. Ivy's apartments were designed to look like luxury. The costly shade of Rainwashed color on walls brightened the living room; the long white curtains were hanging before the window. The floor was a light oak, and there was a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The beautiful artwork hanging on the wall was colorful and added the finishing touches to the room decor.

"So you stay alone here?" he asked and was still looking around the room. Ivy nodded in confirmation.

"Don't you feel lonely?" Ivy was a little stunned by his question.

Ivy looked up at him. "I miss... my mom," she whispered through trembling lips. Linden's chest tightens with her words. It's the first time in this night that he heard her say something like that emotional.

Linden bent down lifting one foot at a time to remove her shoes, but he was gazing intently upon her beautiful face. It was stupid that Ivy was still smiling and the signs of intoxication visible in her pale blue but shiny eyes.

"Let's go to bed," It didn't sound very right, and she giggled like a schoolgirl and made it worst. Like the schoolgirl with a wicked crush. He inhaled deeply, shaking his head.

"I can take advantage of this" he joked with a small smirk going on his face at her stance.

"You have green signal," he chuckled at her answer but then she continued saying. "And I trust you very much now." Even Ivy didn't know what she meant but she spoke slowly as she tried to make sure she expressed herself in right way even in drunk self. His heart was throbbing with sweet emotions—filled with joy unspeakable at her answer.

"Would you like some hot chocolate?" Ivy suddenly offered as she glanced toward the kitchen.

"It is way too late to have Hot chocolate now," He refused her offer politely.

"Dannie it will only take me two minutes, come on!" Linden thought that Ivy sounded like a pleading child.

"Okay, go ahead but I am not taking any responsibility if you broke or burn anything," Linden kept laughing softly while he nodded his head. Who would decline the beautiful offer of heartwarming hot Chocolate as the winter chill rolls around?

Ivy stood up and stumbled slowly toward the kitchen, past the dining area, bumping into a chair she'd forgotten about.

Linden was just about to take the couch when he expeditiously became aware of the sound of breaking glass and falling utensils. He ran toward the sound that came from the kitchen and quickly realized that Ivy was on the floor beside an overturned chair with pieces of broken cookie jar and scattered cookies on the floor around her.

He narrowed his eyes at the sight but his expression changed within a minute when he saw fresh blood dripping along her finger. Ivy was crying. Linden felt faint, not when saw the blood but Ivy's tears.

"You have to suck the blood, "he said nervously but Ivy couldn't do anything other than bending head and weeping.

"Please ----"

She shook her head and tears sprang from somewhere, running down her face again. Some more blood spilled out from her cut.

"Here," he asked her to give her hand. She held her hand to him. He took the finger into his mouth. He gently sucked it into his mouth. He then brought it out and pressed his thumb tightly over it. Then place her thumb where his had been. "Press as hard as can,"

"So, where is your first-aid kit?"

"Inside the basin's cabinet in the bathroom," She pointed to the door opposite to the kitchen with the unhurt hand and then again pressing the cut.

"Stay right here," he said with a stern voice. "Don't go,"

"This is my house," Ivy chuckled. He looked at her with slight grin for a while before running inside the room and switching on the light.

The moment he turned the lights on, he was stunned to see Ivy's bedroom. There was something seeing her bed. Here she slept every night. He had to shut of his mind as it felt intimate more that he wanted. He gave a last glance to her bed before heading toward the bathroom.

Linden returned with the first-aid kit. He held Ivy's hand under the kitchen's tap and washed the cut. Then he carefully applied the aseptic cream and put the band-aid on.

"I told you no need of hot chocolate," he huffed and Ivy mummer a sorry.

"Common Love, let me take you to your bed," Then he slowly picked her up and carried her to her bedroom where he laid her down on her bed. He first undid her hair clip and placed the pillow under her head, carefully pulling a coverlet over her. Linden then started to massage her hair, his touch was soft and it made her feel sleepy. ... She never felt this relaxed and at ease with anybody else.

"Good night, Ivy," Linden whispered. "I'm gonna get going. It was great meeting you, Ivy,"   He leaned down to gently kiss her forehead.

"Don't leave," she murmured but soon his light snoring told her he really had fallen asleep.

Hey Darlings,

How are you all, hope you are doing well. Today I really got nothing to say, I hope you really like this chapters... :( Even no new people is reading it. I will stop here unit the next chapters

Take care

Eloise