Vivien
Heartbeats are a fickle thing.
I can hear mine. The steady thump thump thump behind my ribcage keeps assuring me that I’m alive.
That this is real.
I shift my head over the pillow, turning to stare at the male sleeping beside me.
That he’s real.
He snores softly, laying on his front with his hands shoved under his pillow, and the soft noise makes that thump thump thump strengthen into a delicate race, making the damn organ pound within the confines of my chest.
None of this is normal.
There’s nothing remotely okay about the effect he has on me. And what’s worse, I couldn’t care less to change any of it.
I just want more.
And more.
And more.
He lets out a low groan, shifting on the bed as he turns his head, his dark locks fanning over the pillowcase, falling over his s
