The Interrupted Confession

Vivienne stared at him, waiting for him to say something—anything. But Declan just lay there, grinning at her like a fool. She rolled her eyes, still straddling him, the corners of her lips twitching with amusement.

“What?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

“What?” he echoed, the grin never leaving his face.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Staring at you, how? Like you’re the most