Villain Ch 1733. You Could've Jumped to Me
She leaned forward a little to rinse the soap, her hair sliding against his arm. She was too close and not close enough at the same time. His heartbeat drummed against his ribs, awkward and irritated at itself for reacting at all.
"I could still kiss you," she said after a while, voice quieter now. "If that's what you want."
He blinked. "Want?"
Vivian tilted her head and looked at him—really looked at him. "You've had enough people want you, Allen. But I wonder if anyone ever asked what you wanted."
His breath stalled.
She didn't push.
She just waited.
And for a second—just one—he hated how much that undid him.
So he leaned forward. Slowly. Touched her jaw.
And kissed her.
Not the kind of kiss that unraveled things. Not the kind that led to anything else.
Just... still.
Like breathing in something delicate and forgetting what it was to hold your breath.
When they pulled apart, Vivian rested her forehead against his.
