Vivienne's POV
The morning light hit differently today. It was softer, gentler, but far too bright for the mess inside my head. My entire body felt like it had been remade, every inch of me humming with the memory of Ronan’s touch.
It wasn’t just the s*x, though, God, that alone was enough to leave my legs weak and my throat sore from moaning his name. It was the way he’d looked at me after, the way he’d held me like I was something fragile and his all at once.
I should’ve been floating. Instead, my stomach twisted. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was something else.
No. I knew it was something else
I pushed the thoughts aside as I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my abdomen.
“You’re okay, right?” I whispered. “Please be okay.”
The movement that answered me was faint, almost imagin
