Sometimes, Vivienne couldn't help but marvel at Cyrus. How could someone with his legs in such a state still manage to handle her with so much force?

When he tossed her onto the bed, she actually bounced a little.

She glanced over, just in time to see him push himself off his wheelchair and lean down to cover her completely.

Vivienne let out a soft gasp, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. The crisp scent of his shower gel wrapped around her, heady and ...