(Vivian’s POV)Kai’s hand was warm against my thigh, fingers drawing lazy circles while his other hand rested on the steering wheel. I stared out of the car window, watching the morning traffic crawl by, feeling the slight squeeze of his fingers now and then. I knew what he was doing—comforting himself, claiming me without words.My phone buzzed on my lap. Darius. I swallowed, answering quickly.“Morning, Vivian,” Darius greeted, his tone smooth and friendly. “Where are you now?”“On my way to the studio,” I answered casually, ignoring the way Kai’s hand tightened immediately, his knuckles flexing.“Oh, perfect,” Darius said cheerfully. “Are you free for lunch? It’s been a while, and I’ve got something important to talk about.”Before I could answer, Kai leaned closer, letting his deep voice carry through the car, loud enough for Darius to hear, “Buckle up properly, baby, I don’t want you hurt.”I glared at him, nudging his hand, but Kai only smirked, pressing his thumb harder into my
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