Vivienne's POV
The echo of the door closing was louder than any slam. It filled the room, pressing against my ribs until I couldn’t breathe. My shirt hung halfway off my shoulder and my skirt was still bunched around my thighs. If that wasn't the perfect picture of need and stupidity all at once, then I had no idea what the hell was going to suffice.
For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at the door he’d walked through. It was probably stupid of me, but a tiny, and almost non existent part actually wished or thought that Ronan would show up again. Maybe he wasn't in the mood to fight, or he was too horny to ignore the last comment I'd made. Those were the possible scenarios I painted to myself, but no matter how many times I echoed it at the back of my mind, it just didn't sti
