EMERALD
Marcus nursed his drink slowly, and I was already over it. My drink, now cold, sat on the island discarded. I wanted to call it a night, but Marcus looked like he wasn't done yet, inching closer and making me want to recoil.
"I won't be seeing you as much, so I want to spend as much time with you as possible," he stated. He intertwined our fingers, drawing lazy circles on the back of my hand.
"I'll miss you Franny," he said, his brows knotting together in frustration. I just knew he hated the fact that Leonardo would be seeing me more than him.
Like I'd practiced, I let my voice drop to an affectionate whisper to show that I'd miss him just as much.
"I'll miss you too," I cooed, stroking his cheek, and he leaned into my touch like a love- starved puppy. "You know this is for
