Terms of Exclusivity

Avery

In the elevator, we stood in silence. Declan's jaw was tight, his posture rigid. Something about Vivian's appearance had affected him, but I couldn't tell if it was desire, anger, or something else entirely.

"You're quiet," he observed as we descended.

"Just processing."

"Processing what?"

I met his gaze directly. "Vivian. Her effect on you."

His eyebrow arched. "Her effect on me?"

"You bid