Vivienne POV

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I closed the door to my room and leaned back against it, my heart still racing.

Damon’s lips had felt warm and sure, soft but with that quiet insistence that made my stomach flip.

Morning light slipped through the curtains so I got up before Liam stirred, splashed water on my face, and pulled on jeans and a simple sweater. When he woke, he yawned big and asked for breakfast right away.

“Pancakes again?” I asked, helping him into his shirt.

“With chocolate ...