She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, still tingling from the pressure of his mouth. Her body betrayed her, responding to him despite the turmoil inside.
But her mind—her mind was screaming. Her heart pounded erratically against her ribs, her hands clenched into fists on the sheets as she tried to anchor herself.
She hated that her body still reacted to him. Hated that she felt this connection when she should only feel rage.
Vivian inhaled sharply, gripping the sheets beneath her fingers, her nails pressing into the fabric.
"Talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet firm enough to leave no room for argument. "Tell me everything, Christopher. No more lies."
Christopher exhaled heavily, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.
His fingers
