Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée
Bree countered, “with gunfights and hot men.”
“Horror,” Stella repeated firmly. “It’ll help us scream out our pent-up stress.”
“Rom-com,” Vivian insisted, “because we need serotonin.”
They went back and forth until my chest shook with silent laughter. I pressed my lips together, hiding my grin as they bickered.
"You guys can't decide shit like this," I muttered.
“Let the men decide,” Stella suggested suddenly.
“Ugh, no,” Vivian groaned. “Jeremy will pick some history documentary, and Killian will pick…what does he even watch? Torture tutorials?”