Iris
My face burns hot as the fans stare at us, their cameras in hand. I glance at Hunter, who looks just as stunned as I feel. For a long, awkward moment, there’s nothing but silence.
“Please?” the girl asks, shaking her phone slightly. “Your relationship is so cute!”
“I—we’re not—” I stammer, pulling Miles closer to my side.
Hunter clears his throat. “I’m sorry, but we’re just friends. The rumors about us aren’t true.”
The women’s faces fall in obvious disappointment. One of them tucks her phone away with a pout. “But the articles said—”
“The articles were wrong,” I cut in firmly. “Hunter has been kind enough to support my art career, that’s all.”
“Then who is the father of your child?” another woman asks bluntly, nodding toward Miles, who is now half-hiding b
