Driving to the hospital, I kept one hand gripping the wheel tightly. Thorne’s smug face flashed through my mind, and the urge to make sure he understood his boundaries was strong. But the memory of Vivian’s kiss softened that urge, if only a little. It had been intense—more intense than I’d expected—and now, seeing her sitting beside me with that small smile lingering on her lips, the anger slowly faded. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that kind of pull toward anyone.
When we reached the hospital, I walked her to Leah’s floor, where she stopped at the door, turning to me with a soft look. “I’ll be just a bit,” she said, her voice low.
“Take your time,” I replied, leaning back against the wall as she slipped inside to see her friend. The tension in her shoulders eased, her post
