“I’m so f*****g proud of you, kitten,” he whispered.
And through her tears, Vivian choked out, “I finally made it.”
But she didn’t let go.
She clung to him tighter, burying her face deeper into his chest as the room thundered behind them. Her sobs were softer now, but her grip was iron.
“I think it’s best for you to let me go, kitten,” Christopher murmured gently against her hair, his voice low and soothing. “People are already staring.”
“No,” she sobbed, shaking her head against him. “I don’t want to. I don’t want to…”
She was unraveling, the weight of everything crashing into her all at once, and the only thing keeping her grounded was him.
“I know, baby,” he whispered, his hands still firm on her back, stroking gently. “But you have to. Okay? We’re in public.”
Her fingers curled
