As she thought about those photos, Vivian felt nothing but shame and could not even face Finnick. She averted her gaze stubbornly.
However, the moment she turned her head, Finnick grabbed her roughly and forced her to look into his eyes.
“Vivian.” His voice was stern. “Don’t you dare look away.”
He paused, and then said, “I did see those photos. Someone probably installed a pinhole camera in the hotel room where that incident happened two years ago.”
Vivian thought the same. She nodded, kept quiet for a moment, and said while biting her lips, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Finnick growled.
“For how those photos might have made you feel,” Vivian whispered with her head low.
Her face was white as a sheet, and tears welled up in her eyes. Finnick’s heart ached.
Damn it. What is this feeling?
He had never felt this way about Vivian, be it now or ten years ago.
He forcefully lifted her face again and locked gazes with her.
“Remember this, Vivian.” he stared straight at her. “Never apologize for something you did not do.”
Finnick’s firm gaze had her momentarily dazed. She nodded.
“Alright then,” Finnick said, more light-heartedly this time, “It’s getting late. Let’s go home.”
In the elevator, Vivian asked after much hesitation, “Finnick, when you saw those photos, did you not doubt that they weren’t from the incident two years ago?”
Just like how Fabian immediately assumed that those had been recent photos of her with other men.
“Why would I think of it that way?” Finnick said calmly, “What had happened two years ago was the only time you did it, wasn’t it?”
Vivian did not expect him to say that. She said with her face flushed, “How did you know?”
“I had a hunch,” he said.
Vivian was stumped momentarily and then realized that he was talking about that night when things had gotten wild and steamy between them.
Her face burned bright red in embarrassment. From the corner of her eyes, she could feel Finnick smirking at her.
Her flush deepened. She clenched her teeth and said, “What? So you’re really experienced, huh? Then tell me how many times you have done it.”
Finnick did not expect the shy Vivian to snap back at him like that. He was at a loss for words.
At that very moment, the elevator arrived on the first floor. Finnick jolted and coughed awkwardly into his hand. “Let’s get in the car.”
He got out of the elevator first, pushing his wheelchair out.
Upon seeing Finnick’s reaction to her question, Vivian became even more curious. She quickly caught up with him and asked, “Finnick, you haven’t answered me. How many times have you done it?”
Vivian was a stubborn person who would try to get to the bottom of everything she set her mind on. Even in the car, she continued to bombard him with questions.
“Finnick, tell me. Are you keeping quiet because you have done it many times? Did you do it with one woman or multiple women?” she asked.
Finnick felt his head throb in pain.
I regret this so much. Why did I even bring that up? He would never have expected Vivian to have such a talkative side to her even in his wildest dreams.
But it is pretty cute, I guess.
Vivian leaned on his wheelchair as she pressed on with her questioning. Upon seeing her sparkly eyes and her cheeks puffed up in discontent, he could not help but kiss her on the forehead.
The sudden kiss made Vivian a little flustered. The touch of his lips felt like a burning fire that spread to her entire face. She hastily got up before sitting down back on her seat.
Amused at her reaction, Finnick snickered, “So that’s what makes you quieten down.”