The Accidental Heart
She closed the final, microscopic distance between them and left a soft, deliberate kiss right against Vivian’s lips.
It wasn't a performative strike for the cameras, and it wasn't a tactical maneuver to fool her parents. It was a brief, electric press of skin against skin, tasting faintly of morning stillness and a lingering, dangerous promise.
The moment the contact registered, Vivian’s entire body went into a state of absolute, paralyzed shock.
And then, just as quickly as she had closed in, Avery pulled away. She tossed the sheets back, slid out of the king-sized bed, and stood up in her sheer black lace, completely unbothered by the chill of the room.