-missax-ivy Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In Love With... -

Scarlett closed the distance. Her lips didn’t meet Ivy’s mouth. Instead, they pressed softly against the pulse point on Ivy’s throat—feeling the frantic, honest rhythm there.

They stayed like that, wrapped in the velvet dark, two women who had spent years pretending to be someone else’s fantasy. But this—the quiet, the rain, the forbidden pull—this was only theirs. -MissaX-Ivy Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In Love with...

This was the MissaX moment—not the explicit, but the implied . The ache before the touch. The confession that lives in the space between a raised hand and a cheek. Scarlett closed the distance

“So did you,” Ivy replied, her voice softer than she intended. They stayed like that, wrapped in the velvet

Scarlett stood. They were inches apart now. “You were supposed to tell him you loved him. But you were looking at me.”

And when the party upstairs finally faded to a hum, they walked out together, not as co-stars, not as a scene, but as two people terrified and thrilled by the same impossible truth: