Ronan's POV
The first thing I noticed the moment the door clicked shut behind me, was how quiet it all was. It was too quiet if you asked me, but somehow, the sweet smell that clung to the air made up for it, but only slightly.
Her scent of vanilla, skin, and something faintly floral, hung in the air. It was haunting and delicate, like it didn’t belong in a place like this, but I cherished it more than I was going to admit. My eyes did a quick scan of the living room as I leaned against the doorframe. Nothing had changed, but all I could picture was Vivienne standing by the window, and watching all of the drama unfold a little while ago.
I'd gotten up way before she did, and when I'd said it wasn't intentional, then you'd better believe it wasn't. Despite how successful I was in brin
