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
Frankie didn’t stay late with me last night, just long enough for me to eat half a plate of food and then take it away when I didn’t want anymore. Then he left me to stew, which is what I really wanted anyway. I had laid in bed, determined to be miserable about it for hours, but to my surprise I fel
Frankie grins at me as I move around the bed, handing me my coffee back. “I make him buy all my stuff too, don’t worry, he loves it.” “Who knew he was such a fashionista,” I murmur, taking a sip of my coffee. “Okay,” I say, looking up at him and straightening my shoulders. “What else do I need to
My eyes quickly flick over Violetta’s casually mussed hair, her cute pajama set, Christian’s own t-shrit and checked pajama pants. The two of them, dressed like that, together at this hour means… But nope. I’m not going to go there. I’m not going to think about what it means. But it pisses me of