Val’s P.O.V

It was soft and lucid, this was deeper, darker, fueled by shared frustration I’m and joy, simmering tension, and the unadmitted feeling of fury and joy, simmering tensions, and the desirably vulnerability of his admission. It was a claim, I knew his heart was with me rather than with Vienna but just that he had lacked the words to say it. Clinging to him was just like a desperate anchor that I needed very much. I melted into him, my arms looping around his neck, fingers ...