~Vivian~
Ian leaned forward and locked his gaze with mine. God, he had a way of looking at me that always made me pulse in my center. Maybe it was because he’s a known playboy and could manipulate women’s emotions expertly, or maybe I was touch-starved, but his gaze makes me feel giddy and utterly helpless in my element.
“W-what are y-you doing?” I asked, peeking at him from under my lashes.
“Tell me, sweetheart; all this blushing and staring, was it just because of your ‘sickness’?”
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
“Didn’t think so,” he smirked.
“You could stay here pretending that you don’t want what you truly want, or you could come with us,” Damien said, taking my hand in his and gently caressing it.
Of the three, Damien was the one who made me feel in love, and not jus
