Chapter 358
Vivienne
I dream I'm swimming in paint.
Drifting across a canvas, weightless and free. Colors swirl around me—deep blues and soft golds, rich crimsons and pale pinks. The pigment is warm, almost alive, pulsing like a heartbeat. It's a strange dream, but I'm not afraid.
I'm home.
In the oceans of pigment, I float. It surrounds me, engulfs me, fills my lungs and coats my skin. I breathe it in. It tastes like her.
More, I think. I need more.
I open my eyes.
The hotel room is dark, curtains drawn against the morning light.I turn my head.
She's beside me, one hand tucked under her head, her eyes closed. Her breathing is slow, even, peaceful. The sheets are tangled around her legs, and her shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of her stomach.
I sniff her neck.
There it is—the source.
Her pheromones. They're everywhere. In the sheets, in the air, in my lungs. I feel like I'm dreaming again, floating in that ocean of pigment. Her scent is color and warmth and home.
