A Stolen Taste

Vivienne’s POV

I stared at Valentin, stunned into silence as he licked his thumb. The same thumb that had just wiped what I realized was wine droplets from the side of my mouth. My mouth opened. Closed. Reopened. Absolutely nothing came out.

And then he gave me that infuriating look. The one that said he knew what he was doing. That half-smirk that always made me feel like he was four steps ahead.