As the mics cut out, Ethan leans in and puts an arm around me, like any doting boyfriend would. As I turn and rest my forehead against his, I can see the smug grin playing on his mouth, the defiance in his eyes. “You’re dead.” I tell him with a smile, squeezing his shoulder. He stands up, brushing himself off. “I’m out of here. I hope the rest of your life is hell.”
