Jonah’s POV

The drug twists my mind into a haze, but I’m more aware than Vivienne realizes. Everything she’s done in the last ten minutes has been meticulously observed despite my motionless state. I remain on the bed, eyes barely open, as she constructs her little charade. There are rose petals strewn across the sheets, my shirt discarded on the carpet, and her dress carelessly draped beside it.

When Vivienne peeled away her clothes and slid against me, my ...