Intimate Strangers

Vivienne’s POV

I opened the door in a daze, half-expecting to find someone else, anyone else, not him. But there he was. Valentin. Freshly showered, hair damp at the edges, a simple white tee clinging to his frame and low-slung dark pants that made it impossible not to look. I blinked. Once. Twice. My brain short-circuited for a moment because the man standing in front of me didn’t look like a cor