Naked Jealousy

Vivienne’s POV

Valentin was wearing a robe.

Which meant he'd been home for a while now.

He’d probably waited, lurking in the shadows like a damn villain, until I was good and comfortable, until the moment was mine, and then he decided to make his entrance.

Typical.

“Can I help you?” I asked, trying to sound unaffected.

He didn’t answer. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t quip. Just stood there for a sec