She placed the Band-Aid over the cut and stepped back with a satisfied expression. “There. Much better.” “You’re forgetting one thing.” I tapped my jaw. I didn’t know why I was dragging this out when I didn’t want to be here in the first place, but I couldn’t remember the last time someone fussed over me. It felt…nice. Disturbingly so. Vivian’s brow wrinkled. “What?” “My kiss.”
