Kyra
I was nervous. I really didn’t want to fight with Finn. I didn’t know if I could pull off what we were about to do. There was no script. Finn and I were going to wing it. What if I f*ck up and everything looks fake? I can’t pretend to be mad at him.
“Angel, I love you. So anything I say, please don’t take it to heart. It’s only to make our fight look and sound believable. And I’m going to need you to channel that inner badass. If at any point you feel the need to slap me, please do.”
“I don’t know if I can argue with you, Finn. I love you so much. And forget about me slapping you, there’s no way.”
As we crossed the bridge that connected the two streets, Finn squeezed my hand. “I love you,” he said again.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
He cleared his throat.
“You have got
