(Beckett)
Oh yeah, she is in trouble. Big f*****g trouble.
I felt my gaze wander to the crowd, finding her in a matter of seconds as I watched Elodie chew her lip nervously.
She better be f*****g nervous.
Then I looked down, glaring at that ugly-ass grey jacket she was wearing. She still hasn't taken it off.
I know for a fact that she can feel me staring at her. I can see it by the way her eyelashes keep fluttering nervously or the way she keeps wrapping her long red hair around her finger. I wanted to stomp up those stairs and rip that jacket off of her myself. But no, she is going to be the one to take it off.
That's when those green eyes finally flicked to mine.
"Are you really doing this?" I mouthed, seeing Elodie swallow hard before wrapping her arms around her waist. She
