Intoxicated Whispers

Donovan POV.

Vivienne was a mess. A beautiful, intoxicating mess. The way she swayed on her feet, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and alcohol, it was clear she was nearing her limit. I watched from across the room, half-amused, half-concerned. She raised her glass again, but before it could reach her lips, her knees buckled.

Without thinking, I was there, catching her before she hit the floor. He