Vivian's POV
The private jet hummed quietly as we flew back to Boston. The silence between us felt thick and uncomfortable. It made my skin crawl.
Liam had barely looked at me since we boarded. We sat facing each other, but his attention stayed glued to the laptop screen in front of him. Work stuff, probably. But how could he act so normal after what happened in that car? After he made me fall apart with just his fingers while staring straight into my eyes?
Because I definitely could not act normal.
It was consuming every thought in my head.
No one had ever touched me like that before, which was completely ridiculous. Here I was, twenty-three years old, and I had been with Ryan for two full years. We never did anything beyond kissing.
Well, I tried to give Ryan oral once. But he pushed me away halfway through and told me I was terrible at it.
He never touched me either. I thought it was sweet at the time because he said he wanted to save everything for marriage.
