Travis shifted his weight, pulling himself closer to her across the soft mattress, but Jillyanna immediately turned her body further away, staring blankly at the dark bedroom wall. With the toxic smear campaign exploding across the internet, the lingering uncertainty surrounding her vague relationship with him, and the humiliating incidents compounding one after another, she felt utterly horrible, exposed, and ridiculous.
"Hey, Jill... what's wrong, my love?" Travis asked, his voice thick with genuine worry as he reached out a hand.
"Nothing," she replied, her voice cold and hollow as her fingers tightened their white-knuckled grip around both smartphones. "I am just really not in the mood for your playful jokes right now, Travis."
