Ryan's POV
One of Ryan's favorite things about Vivian was how easily she wore her feelings on her face.
Pain, sorrow, fear, happiness…
Whatever she was feeling, he just had to look at her eyes and he would know. At that very moment, his Vivian was so happy that Ryan would not have been surprised if she grew wings and flew. Or maybe knowing her, she would just grow a scaly fish tail and leave him for the ocean.
Lucky for him though, that was not possible. So she would not be leaving him just so she could go and stare at fish all the time.
The two of them all warmed up, were now in their nightwear, and cuddling in bed.
Vivian, still having not recovered from their little excursion was still talking about it. Ryan, happy to see her so joyful, was enjoying listening to her speak.
