Diana's POV
It took Jorge another half hour to get me to return to Marco and Skye, saying that we needed to speak. He said he overheard them arguing before he sought me out. They're fighting over me, and said something about a choice. I was confused as all hell, and I was eager enough to agree to follow him back out and get them to stop arguing. I don't really care who or what it's about.
I stepped on a stick that broke under my weight as Jorge and I neared where Skye and Marco were standing, heated snarls on both of their faces. I had to stop and gawk at how utterly mouthwatering they both looked. It scared me how intrigued I was to them both as they stood before me.
I heard Jorge try and stifle a chuckle, he must've noticed the look I was giving the two of them or some s**t. s**t if i
