Irina's POV
"So?" I asked with mock innocence, unable to hide my amusement. "What's the issue? It's just a horror movie. This one's pretty tame compared to Zombie Apocalypse: Season Two."
A wicked smile tugged at my lips. "Hold on. Don't tell me the mighty Wilson Shaw is actually frightened by a simple film?"
Wilson coughed, his ears taking on a rosy hue. "Of course not," he replied too hastily. "My hand just... slipped, that's all."
His pathetic excuse filled me with pure delight, and I couldn't suppress the gleeful satisfaction spreading across my face. When I noticed the subtle redness creeping up his cheeks, I leaned toward the screen with feigned worry. "Are you running a temperature?" I asked, my medical training kicking in instinctively.
"Dr. Brent, your ability to diagnose through a computer screen is truly impressive," Wilson said sarcastically, massaging his forehead. "Perhaps a mild one. It'll fade."
