Knox:
Viv had to work today.
She didn’t say it with words. Just threw on some micro shorts, grabbed a glittery tube of something for her mouth, and pulled her hair into a high, wild knot like she was suiting up for war. I watched from her couch, one arm slung across the back, sipping the coffee I brought her.
She moved like nothing happened.
Like she hadn’t unraveled in my hands last night. Like she hadn’t let me kiss every raw, aching part of her until I felt her walls melt.
But I saw it.
The change.
The way she kept glancing over her shoulder while she applied makeup in the cracked mirror by the kitchen. The way she’d pause mid-step, like she was going to say something but couldn’t make the words land.
Viv wasn’t quiet.
She was wild, loud, sharp-tongued, and dangerous with a smi
