VIVIENNE

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I kept my hand in his and didn’t let go, and for once I didn’t pick it apart, didn’t ask myself what it meant or what it’d cost me later. It just felt good. His thumb moved over my knuckles, slow, and down the yard Liam was telling his beetle which way to walk, dead serious, like the bug was taking notes.

We sat there a minute longer than we needed to. He still had my hand from before, and I kept waiting for the part of me that always pulls back from this to kick in ...