Vivienne's POV
I woke up to warmth that wasn’t supposed to feel this cold. It echoed all around me, and even though I wanted nothing more than to sleep all the more, I hated that I had to wake up. Or at least peel my eyes open.
The sheets still smelled like him, smoke, cedar, sin and s*x but the space beside me was empty. My fingers brushed against the indentation where his body had been, still faintly warm, proof that he’d only just left.
I didn't know how to feel about that. I wanted to feel bad, because a tiny part of me had expected to be woken up by kisses against my forehead, or the crown of Ronan's d**k pushing up against my ass,just begging to be granted entry into my throbbing p***y. But it had only remained a figment of my imagination.
I bit down on my bottom lip, as I fou
