Dawson grinned and thanked her before putting his attention back on Ivy. I knew the real story behind this house and why Dawson had built it the way he did, but that was a story for another time.
“See? Everyone loves this house. That’s why you need to move in,” he said to Ivy, pulling her legs over to his lap.
Ivy rolled her eyes and huffed. “Dawson, you know I love this house, but I JUST bought mine, and we put so much work into it! I can’t leave now.”
Fallon and I stood back and watched as they argued back and forth.
I whispered into Fallon’s ear, “They’re like an old married couple.”
“I heard that!” Ivy said and then laughed. “We are like an old married couple.” She paused and popped some popcorn into her mouth. “Maybe you should put a ring on it.”
Fallon and I both snickered, standing back behind the couch. Dawson pulled his body back and placed his hand over his heart. “You’ll marry me, but you won’t move in?! WHAT?”
Ivy batted her eyelashes innocently, a grin appearing on her face. She chewed the rest of her popcorn and shrugged.
“Maybe you’ll change my mind with a ring.” She was toying with him, and it was hilarious.
“They’re funny,” Fallon said, peering up at me.
I nodded. “And annoying.”
“What? No, they aren’t!” she argued.
Then we heard Dawson. “I have many ways I can change your mind…”
Ivy squealed. “DAWSON LANNING. We have guests! Stop it!”
I looked down at Fallon. “Told ya.”
She laughed out loud and shook her head.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Ivy said. “Come on in and sit down, Fallon. Let me introduce you to Dean and Sam Winchester.”
Fallon’s face was overtaken by a smile as she rounded the couch and plopped herself down onto the cushions. I stood back for just a second and watched as she laughed with Ivy and Dawson. She fit in so perfectly, despite that she obviously came from a world much different than ours.
Fallon was making herself at home in my head and my life. It felt right to have her here.
But it was so, so wrong.
Chapter Eleven
Fallon
“Alright, that’s enough for tonight. I’m going to be so tired tomorrow!” Ivy said as she pulled herself off the couch.
I glanced down at my phone and saw that it was after midnight. “Jeez. How is it midnight?” I asked, stretching my legs out in front of me.
Ivy looked over at me, a dead serious expression on her face. “I’m telling you right now that Supernatural is addicting.”
I laughed out loud. “I think you’re right.”
Dawson and Ivy both stood up, and I went to do the same. I needed to leave. I’d already been there for several hours.
Earlier, while I was debating on texting Emmett (since I’d been ignoring him for the past few days, conflicted about what had happened and what was said the night of the gala), I saw Derek’s car pull up in front of my parents’ house. I panicked. I didn’t want to see him, especially not after how we—I mean, how I—left things after we parted ways the other night. After the whole thing with Emmett sweeping me off my feet, first with a taco and then with his mouth, I went back down to the gala with a flushed face and tiny beads of sweat decorating my cleavage. I tried to act completely normal for the rest of the evening, but it didn’t work—not even in the slightest. At one point during the guest speaker’s long and painfully boring speech, Derek had rested his hand on my thigh. I instantly jumped and hastily announced that I had to go to the restroom. I was pulling away from the man I was supposed to marry, because I felt guilty about what I’d done with Emmett in the hallway.
Or should I say, what he did to me.
I didn’t regret it. No way.