Vivienne’s POV
I didn’t go home, not yet. If I was being honest with myself, I wasn't even sure I wanted to go home. Right now, it didn't even feel like a home. With Ronan and the tension between the both of us, it felt more like we were being forced to remain under the same roof until further instructions were given. I didn't expect to take his home as mine immediately, but I didn't think I wouldn't want to return back there any time soon.
A thought popped up at the back of my head after that, and I hated how it reminded me too much of Grant. Our home had started off as sweet and what not, until it became hell's headquarters itself.
Stop it, Vivienne. I chided myself. f*****g stop it.
The silence I’d been giving Ronan still wrapped around me like armor. I pressed my eyes shut, and
