Vivian’s pov,
Can we please take it back to our trip in Athens?
Definitely Why not–
The call that came in was from Ezra‐ my Ezra, not Lauren's husband. My boyfriend, the same one I hadn't gathered the courage to tell Lauren about, because I wanted to be sure of him first. And now? Now I knew exactly what he was–an obsessive sweetheart who did absolutely too much.
I could still remember the vivid scene, which was barely five minutes after I had left Lauren, my best friend, in the hands of this ridiculously fine man. I had strutted towards the entrance of the underground club, only to collide with him the next minute.
“Hey there, damsel,” He said, leaning against the marble wall like he owned the whole goddamn building.
My heart nearly catapulted out of my chest, because I had definite
