Vivian's POV
"I'm sorry about hiding that note in my bra."
An hour had passed since Liam and I were intimate. We lay tangled in my sheets, both wide awake but drowning in our own thoughts. His mood had settled, but tension still radiated from his body like heat from a flame.
He hadn't spoken a single word to me. His fingers traced lazy circles on my bare back while I rested against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
His hand stilled on my lower spine. I lifted my head to find him watching me with an expression I couldn't read. His teeth dragged across his bottom lip in that way that made my stomach flutter.
"Hey," I whispered, reaching up to touch his face. "That waiter was a complete jerk, Liam, but I would never betray you like that. I wasn't planning to call him. I was just being stubborn."
