Beckett frowned upon hearing Vivianne mention the name. Suddenly, his body went stiff as images of Tristan beaten up and killed lingered in his mind.
He had been trying to push those thoughts out of his mind earlier, but here was Vivianne, reminding him again.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Beckett said, his jaw tensing. "So, is that it? That's the reason why you're acting cranky all day? You're not thinking about the kiss?"
"No." Vivianne rolled her eyes before looking away. She could feel her cheeks flushing, so she quickly composed herself. "And why do you keep mentioning the kiss, huh? Can't you forget about it?"
"Nope." Beckett leaned forward, narrowing the distance between them. "Never."
Nor did he have any plans to forget it.
"I-I don't know about you."
Vivianne cl
