He shakes his head and retreats into his room without another word.

Back in my own space, I grab the guitar and pull up an online tutorial. My fingers fumble over the chords for an hour before I finally set it aside and reach for my phone.

Me: How are you holding up, Ivy?

Mate: I'm okay. Thanks for asking.

Me: Need anything? Warm milk? Cookies? Maybe some soap?

I grin, hoping to tease a smile out of her.

Mate: Are you saying I smell bad?

Good. She's playing along.

Me: Not at all. I love how you smell. Just making sure you're taken care of.

Mate: What do I smell like to you?

Me: Like vanilla and cinnamon.

Mate: And that's... good?

Me: Perfect.

Mate: Has anyone ever told you you're strange?

Me: Strange in a good way or bad way?

Mate: So far, good.

Me: Try to get some rest, Ivy. Patrick approved our training session. Tomorrow morning, I own your time.

Mate: Looking forward to it.

Me: Sleep well. But if you need me, just text.

I wait, but no reply comes. After a quick shower, I climb into bed, leaving my phone volume up just in case. My last thought before drifting off is of her.

A ping jolts me awake in the dead of night. I've always been a light sleeper. The screen lights up with her name.

Mate: Are you awake?

I knew she'd struggle to sleep. Instead of texting back, I pull on sweatpants and a hoodie, then slip out my window.

Her blinds rustle when I tap lightly on the glass. Her eyes widen as she yanks the window open. "What are you doing here?" she whispers.

"You texted. I wanted to see you."

"You didn't have to climb up here." She glances down at the three-story drop, biting her lip.

"Trouble sleeping?" I brush my thumb under her eye, tracing the faint shadows.

She shakes her head.

"Come on." I offer my hand.

"Where?"

"Trust me."

After a heartbeat, her fingers curl around mine. I help her out, and we shuffle carefully along the ledge until the roof slopes upward. Once we reach the flat section, I grab the blanket I keep stashed here and spread it out.

"How many girls have you brought up here, Grant?" Her voice is tight.

I cup her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Just you, Ivy. This is my escape. No one else comes here."

I guide her down, tapping my chest. She hesitates before resting her head against me. Evander rumbles contentedly.

She laughs softly. "Evander, you're such a flirt."

"He can't help it. You're special to both of us."

I feel her exhale against me as I thread my fingers through her hair. Above us, the stars glitter. Evander's purring vibrates through my chest, and soon, her breathing evens out.

When I'm sure she's asleep, I let myself drift off too, her warmth anchoring me.