"Yes."
Viviana held a pondering look. She met his eyes, slowly shaking her head. "I… I don't know. I don't really… know what I want.
Nikolas caressed where he'd pulled up her shirt a bit, exposing her belly. "Why don't you think about it, and let me know whenever you've made up your mind?"
She nodded at him. "No matter how long it takes?"
"No matter how long it takes." He took the hand she had in his hair, weaving his fingers through hers before proceeding to kiss the dorsal. "Take your time."
Their silence was a comfortable kind, but it was, however, interrupted, not ten minutes when Viviana's phone began pinging with continuous messages.
Viviana furrowed her brows, picking up the phone. Her face twisted in annoyance upon seeing the messages popping.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: I'm sorry, Viviana. I know I shouldn't have said what I said. But I was angry. You're treating me like this without giving me a chance to explain myself, without giving me a chance to make it up to you.
