Was she hallucinating? Vivian stared at Thomas, her vision blurring with disbelief. He was standing there, smirking, arms lazily wrapped around her cousin.
What the actual f**k?
Her breath came in sharp and uneven gasps. Did he plan this? Did he f*****g plan this?
She stormed toward him, hands already clenching into fists, he anger already up the roof before she could stop herself.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped as she walked toward them. And before he could even part those smug lips, her hands collided with his chest.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
She shoved him. Smacked him. Hit him.
“Did you f*****g plan this? You bastard! What’s your plan Thomas! Leave me the f**k alone! What the hell are you doing here with my cousin? Kissing my cousin?! Are you f*****g mad!”
Thom
