Ryan's POV
In all honesty, when Ryan had knocked on Vivian's door, he had not expected to be let in.
Too much had happened between the two of them after all. As a man who was used to doors opening at just the mere mention of his name. He had not liked the nerve wrecking feeling at all.
But not only had Vivian opened the door for him, the first thing that she had done upon laying eyes on him was to throw herself at him and hug him tight.
Ryan had been too stunned to return the gesture. Something that he was regretting. But at least even after realizing that he was actually real and not something that she had made up, Vivian had not chased him away. She had let him come in, and had even allowed him to guide her towards the couch when it had looked as though she were about to keel over.
Now, returning from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand. Ryan gave it to her and watched as she gulped it down, her fingers shaking the entire time.
