"Probably not."
"My mother will destroy you if she finds out. Systematically. Creatively. She'll make sure you never work again."
"Probably."
"Your contract has a morality clause that specifically prohibits inappropriate relationships with family members."
"I'm painfully aware of that particular detail."
"Then why—"
I kissed her again before she could finish the question. Softer this time, slower, the kind of kiss that said I know this is monumentally stupid but I'm doing it anyway because some things are worth the risk.
When I pulled back, Vivienne looked dazed, her perfect composure completely shattered and replaced by something young and scared and desperately wanting.
"Because you asked what I wanted too," I said quietly. "In the car. Before you fell asleep on my shoulder."
"I don't remember asking anything."
