The Accidental Heart
Stepping out of the elevator were Richard and Eleanor Thorne, the epitome of old-money Manhattan aristocracy, looking around the penthouse with sharp, critical eyes.
Vivian smoothly slid her hand into Avery’s, locking their fingers together. She applied a firm, grounding pressure, anchoring them both as they masked their heavy breathing behind practiced, welcoming smiles. Avery leaned her shoulder heavily against Vivian's, letting their bodies touch seamlessly.
"Mother, Father," Vivian said, her voice remarkably steady despite the adrenaline still racing through her veins. "What a wonderful surprise."
"We were in the neighborhood and wanted to see how our newlyweds were settling in," Eleanor