Vivienne's POVThe morning light hit differently today. It was softer, gentler, but far too bright for the mess inside my head. My entire body felt like it had been remade, every inch of me humming with the memory of Ronan’s touch.

It wasn’t just the sex, though, God, that alone was enough to leave my legs weak and my throat sore from moaning his name. It was the way he’d looked at me after, the way he’d held me like I was something fragile and his all at once.

I should’ve been ...