“You see, Iris,” Romano says, subtly rolling his chair closer so that he’s looking up at me, so that it’s no big deal to take his other hand and wrap it around the back of my other leg, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of my left thigh. “I’m starting to grow fond of you. I’m wondering whether

“You should not be discounting Christian’s friendship, Iris,” Frankie growls at me, pulling me closer to him, even as I dig in my heels and throw my weight back. “Frankie!” I groan between my teeth, trying to be quiet and looking anxiously towards the office door behind us where there’s still a gi

“You going to let me carry you?” Frankie asks, crouching back on his heels and smirking at Lucy. “No, you idiot,” she sighs, shaking like I am and working to get to her feet. “They shot me in the arm, not the leg.” I just stand like an idiot, watching as Frankie reaches out and helps Lucy to her

I don’t know if I’m surprised or not to find Christian waiting for us, arms crossed and glaring at the door, when Frankie and I get back to the apartment. He’s blown so hot and cold on me lately – first not talking to me and lavishing Violetta with all his attention, and then chasing me into a stora

“This is the opposite of what I wanted,” Christian growls towards Nico, giving me a little glare out of the corner of his eye. “I know,” Nico replies, nodding a long with him. “But,” he shrugs, “it’s done. People know Bambi now – know of her, at least. And unless you want to say she died in that s