Viv:
He left.
Just… walked the hell out like he hadn’t been two seconds away from tearing my clothes off.
The room still smelled like him. His cologne—woodsy, dark, a little dangerous—lingered in the air, wrapped around me like a reminder of everything we almost did and didn’t.
I stood in the middle of the room, breath caught in my throat, lips swollen from kissing him like my life depended on it. My hands were still shaking. My skin still humming.
And he’d left.
What the f**k just happened?
I paced. One heel clicking on the floor while the other scuffed out of rhythm, like my balance had been thrown off and my body didn’t know how to recover. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging hard at the roots to ground myself, to focus.
This wasn’t how things went.
I always had control.
I c
