VIVIENNE I stirred, my legs tangled with the sheets, finally dragging me out of my sleep. I rubbed my eyes and popped them open. A tiny gasp left my lips as my gaze fell on Christian. He was standing at the foot of my bed, his eyes boring into me. A mischievous smile touched my lips. I stretched lazily, letting the blanket drip down, exposing my naked thighs. He didn't look away and heat slowly settled in the pit of my stomach. It’s been weeks since I moved in and he hasn’t even spared me a glance— except when I had the incident in the kitchen. Nowadays, he was like a ghost, hardly present. I went on all fours and crawled towards him, batting my lashes. “You look good,” I rasped, letting my gaze rest on the bulge in his trousers. And he did look good. Better than the last time I saw him. Since she left, I have only seen him walking around the house in wrinkled clothes and doused in alcohol. But today, he looked like he had taken a shower and canvassed his closet for a cle
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