The Accidental Heart
Vivian whispered sharply, her jaw clenching as she fought to keep her hands from trembling.
She knew she should push Avery off, should enforce the strict social boundaries of their arrangement.
Instead, as the car took a sharp turn around a corner on 4th Street, Avery’s weight shifted dangerously.
Without thinking, Vivian’s survival instincts took over. Her right arm shot out, wrapping firmly around Avery’s shoulder, pulling the drunk artist flush against her side to keep her from sliding onto the floorboards.
Avery let out a contented, soft sigh, her forehead resting right over Vivian’s frantic heartbeat. "See? Much better, Thorne."