Olivia Burns

I fought the urge to keep my lips from curving up into a smile as I pressed my face against the window, flattening out my cute button nose.

“Who do you think he’s with?” Anya’s cold breath warmed the side of my cheeks and I stifled the yawn rising in my throat, snapping my eyes away from Igor’s hot body as he stood gesticulating wildly in the dark.

Anya shook her head dismissively, turning away from the scene to delve into the glass bowl of popcorn that was propped up on the center table that we had dragged to the window.

There was no telling when the woman...