Vivienne POV

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I stood there in the doorway to the living room, water bottle still cold in my hand, and I could not look away from Elena. Her robe was so thin it might as well have been nothing.

The fabric clung to her body, short enough that it stopped halfway down her thighs, and the neckline dipped low, showing way more than anyone needed to see first thing in the morning. I could even make out the faint outline of her nipples through the material. It felt deliberate, like she had ...