Winn didn't care. He didn't care that there were shoppers watching, that frosting-filled air buzzed with gossip, or that his mother was probably smirking triumphantly from across the room. None of it mattered. All that existed was Ivy — her taste, her warmth, her heartbeat pounding against his chest.
When he finally broke the kiss, he stayed close — his forehead pressed to hers, his breath ragged. Ivy's cheeks flushed pink, her chest heaving as she stared at him, trying to process what just happened. "What…" she managed between shallow breaths. "What was that for?"
He exhaled shakily, his thumb brushing over her jaw. "I love you."
Ivy's jaw practically hit the floor. "What?" she whispered, her mind blanking out the chatter. "You…what?"
