Nina’s POV:
Lengthening my neck upward, I saw a tall figure. His icy blues were like knives, sharp points digging into my soul. Matt was standing there; arms crossed over his chest as his face got redder by each ticking second.
Is it possible to even get that red?
I can hear Jack swallowing, licking his lips, he got off of me. He sniffed and offered me a hand. Before I can do or say anything, Matt grabbed my wrist and yanked me up next to him. He wrapped an arm tightly around my waist as he glared fiercely at Jack.
Jack retracted his hand. “Chill dude. We were just playing around,” he mumbles.
“I thought you two couldn’t stand each other,” Matt responds. I can feel his grip tensing around me as his chest rises and falls as if he couldn’t breathe properly.
Jack looked at me
