Chapter 330
Vivienne
"Not for a single moment do I regret it, Daphne."
The words hang between us, heavy with truth.
I lean forward and kiss her.
It's like breathing after drowning—that first desperate gasp when you break the surface, the way your lungs ache with the relief of it. Her lips are soft and warm and familiar in a way that makes no sense and every sense at once.
She kisses me back like I'm the answer to a question she's been asking for centuries.
Her hands find my waist, pulling me closer. Mine tangle in her hair, holding on like she might disappear if I let go.
The world narrows to this—her mouth on mine, her body against me, the soft sounds she makes that I swallow greedily.
I fall to my back.
She follows, still kissing me, never breaking contact. The weight of her is perfect, grounding and exhilarating all at once. I don't know how long we stay like that.
Minutes? Hours? Time loses meaning when she's this close.
