Christian is gone…for days. By the end of the third, I can tell that Frankie is miserable and worried too, even if he is in touch with Christian all the time via phone. “Will you please let me read the text messages?!” I beg, lurching for the phone as we stand together in the kitchen. Frankie
“On your eyelashes,” I murmur, concentrating. “It’s very delicate – don’t mess with it, you’ll get it everywhere.” “How do you girls know all this stuff,” he murmurs, fascinated. “Mascara, eye liner, bronzer, foundation, blush, highlighter…” he shakes his head, baffled. “Frank!” I laugh, grabbin
“Well,” Christian says, crossing his arms as he continues to smirk at Frankie and me. “Isn’t this…cozy.” Frankie finally comes back to himself, jumping to his feet and spilling me out of his lap. I fall back onto the couch, mercifully, though I yelp and spill my entire makeup bag as I go. “Oh my
She smiles up at Christian, and he smiles back down at her, and I have never been a violent person but… Well. I have to fold my hands behind my back, don’t I? To keep from clawing her damn face off. “Come on,” Christian says, giving Violetta a little tug towards the bedroom. “Let me show you the
Nico looses a long breath between his teeth and starts towards the door, turning towards me as he mouths “don’t say a damn thing.” I shrug, helpless, glaring at him and hoping that he gets the message that I wasn’t planning to. God, why is he being so hard on me today? He’s acting like all of this
I swallow, hard. Because, I mean, I am interested to know what it is. “Is it dangerous?” I breathe, anxious. “Like, do you want me to…” “Join the mob?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. And then he bursts out laughing, though he’s the only one who sees the humor in it. He shifts his weight closer to
“Absolutely not,” Christian snaps, glaring at me like I already agreed to it. My mouth drops open as I stare back at him, and I surprise myself when I discover that I’m…I’m pissed. The rational part of me knows very well that he’s doing this to protect me. But still – my hackles raise when I see
More hurt than I want to admit by the events of the evening, I move into the hall. Behind me, I hear Violetta speak, even though I didn’t even realize she’d come back from Christian’s bedroom. “What’s…what’s the deal with you and her?” I hear Violetta ask Christian, suspicious and hesitant. “You s