Guilty Reflexes

Vivienne’s POV

I froze like a raccoon caught raiding the trash at 2 a.m. Bright light. Caught red-handed. Zero plan for escape.

The shower was still running. Still. Running, which meant I hadn’t imagined that. And yet, there he was. Valentin Sokolov, my darling husband, lounging shirtless in an armchair like he’d just strolled out of a cologne commercial and decided to star in my nightmares. Or fa