Vivian's POV
His gaze burned with shadows, those blue eyes narrowed to slits.
The intensity wasn't directed at me though.
It couldn't be. Not when his fingers traced my jaw with such tenderness, a stark contradiction to the tempest brewing behind his stare.
"There's nothing wrong, sweetheart," he murmured, giving a subtle shake of his head. "I'm perfectly fine. Better now that you're in front of me."
Liam's free hand found my waist, sliding lower until his palm cupped the swell of my backside. He pulled me flush against him while pushing forward with his hips, making sure I felt exactly how fine he claimed to be.
He was deflecting, and right now, I desperately needed the distraction.
Anything to stop the relentless worry about my sister consuming my thoughts.
God, it felt like I was going through some kind of withdrawal.
