Chapter 20

He is mad.

His mood has turned pissy, and it riles my hackles and gets my temper up. Defensive that he’s turning this and pointing the finger at me so shamefully, while mentally, I am seriously having some weird breakdown over his fucking outfit.

“Don’t say it like that… like if I got in your bed, you wouldn’t stop me… what are you even saying?” I feel like he’s just ripped open my brain and caught a whiff of my unpure thoughts, and this is my punishment. My face must be scarlet with how it’s burning, and I’m so defensively guilty.

“Oh my god… are we really doing this?” Dane slams his bottle down and storms at me so fast I trip backward in alarm, but he doesn’t stop. He catches me by both arms, marches me back three feet into the wall with a gentle thud, and pins me there. Sliding his hands down to my wrists, thrusting them to either side of my head, holding me captive as I catch my breath. Moving so close, he almost face-butts me. He leans in so his lips are within