Chapter 87 – Conflicted

• “All right!” I say, probably a little louder than I need to, snapping my eyes away from Nico’s wicked grin. “That’s enough movie for me!” I rip my hand from Christian’s in the same moment that I swing my legs off the couch and out of Frankie’s grasp, knocking my blanket to the floor. Quickly, I stand and start to move around the coffee table.
• “Iris!” Christian protests, frowning at me, confused.
• Unfortunately, at the same moment, Frankie gasps and asks, “Are you okay!?”