As Vivian’s words hung in the air, Christopher froze. The rain poured around them relentlessly. His shirt clung to his skin, the fabric translucent, outlining the tension in his shoulders and the way his chest rose and fell with every breath.
His damp hair dripped onto his forehead, plastering strands across his sharp features. He looked at her—really looked at her—and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he was speechless.
His gaze dropped to her lips, slightly parted and glistening from the rain. She bit down on the lower one, her teeth tugging at the soft flesh, and something primal in him stirred.
His body ached to close the distance between them, to give in to what every nerve in him screamed to do. But he hesitated, his hand twitching at his side, torn between his n
