Chapter 67. I Need You

Ivy's POV

"Have some more," my mother said, placing a croissant on my plate. It was the morning after the party, and we were sitting at the dining table for breakfast.

"Thanks," I said, glancing up as Sean walked into the room. I swallowed and looked down at my plate, fighting the urge to stare at him.

Why did he have to look so good? He was wearing blue jeans and a black leather jacket over a white shirt. His hair was slightly damp, swept onto his forehead, covering one side of his brow.

As he poured himself a mug of coffee, I turned to my mother. "By the way, I'm moving in with Sean," I said as casually as I could.

"You are?" My mother dropped her cutlery and clasped her hands together, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

"Yeah," I said, encouraged by her reaction. I'd expected an interrogation. "I don't really like the dorms, and I don't think there's any n