Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: But I am serious about this... about us

The night had been far too eventful for Ivy.

By the time she woke up the next morning, fragments of everything that had happened between her and Xander came rushing back.

Her eyes widened.

Shit.

Should I just run?

The thought immediately crossed her mind.

Unfortunately, her body had other plans.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, she remembered almost everything.

They hadn’t gone any further, but the memory of Xander’s touch still lingered in her mind, making heat creep up her neck.

To her annoyance, a small smile found its way onto her lips.

Ivy stretched lazily before reaching toward the other side of the bed.

Empty.

Her brows furrowed.

Where did he go?

She glanced around the room, but before she could think any further, the bathroom door opened.

Ivy froze.

Xander stepped out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

For a moment, her brain completely stopped working.

Holy shit.

Am I looking at some kind of Greek god?

It wasn’t as though she hadn’t admired Xander before.

That would be a lie.

The man was ridiculously attractive.

But last night had been the first time she’d been close enough to fully appreciate just how unfairly handsome he was.

And now he was standing right in front of her.

Fresh from the shower.

Water still glistening on his skin.

This should be illegal.

Completely shameless, Ivy allowed her gaze to wander.

Then wander some more.

She was so busy staring that she almost missed him looking back at her.

"Morning."

The sound of his voice instantly snapped her out of her thoughts.

Ivy straightened in bed so quickly she nearly tangled herself in the blanket.

"Morning," she replied, trying—and failing—to sound normal.

Xander’s lips twitched slightly, as though he knew exactly what had been going through her head.

Which only made her more embarrassed.

As he approached the bed, Ivy found herself watching him again.

Stop staring.

Her brain was trying to be reasonable.

The rest of her wasn’t listening.

When Xander reached her, he leaned down and pressed a brief kiss against her lips.

The gesture was simple.

Yet somehow it made her heart race far more than any passionate kiss could have.

When he pulled away, Ivy found herself staring at him all over again.

This time, however, she wasn’t looking at him because of his appearance.

She was looking at him because she couldn’t stop smiling.

What is wrong with me? Have I completely lost my mind?

Ivy tried to make sense of the ridiculous smile on her face.

Before she could figure it out, she realized Xander was still looking at her.

Her smile immediately faltered.

"Last night..." he began.

Ivy instantly sat up straighter. Her heart skipped a beat.

What about last night? Is he going to tell me it was a mistake?

The mere thought made her stomach drop.

But then she saw the corner of Xander’s lips lift, and the tension inside her eased immediately.

"It was amazing."

Ivy silently let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

Because if Xander had said anything else, she was fairly certain she would have punched that handsome face of his.

"I was drunk, you know," she said casually.

What if this is only physical for him?

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