VIVIAN

My thighs pressed tight together. God, I was already wet, and I hated myself for it.

Focus on the buttons. On the damn elevator. On anything but him.

But how could I, when Sebastian’s body was so close, his scent wrapping around me. I kept telling myself I should step back, create space, but my fingers wouldn’t listen… they were still gripping his shirt like I needed him to anchor me.

The truth? I wasn’t great with elevators. Never had been. The flickering light, the sudden ...