Vivienne's POV The echo of the door closing was louder than any slam. It filled the room, pressing against my ribs until I couldn’t breathe. My shirt hung halfway off my shoulder and my skirt was still bunched around my thighs. If that wasn't the perfect picture of need and stupidity all at once, then I had no idea what the hell was going to suffice.

For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at the door he’d walked through. It was probably stupid of me, but a tiny, and almost non ...