Chapter19:

“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 grazing distance of mine, and my body goes into cold fear. I become a statue. Confused by what he’s doing. He’s emanating all kinds of hostile dominance and oozing crazy hormones. His hair is ruffled and messy from not actually trying to style it, and his tan is much darker when he wears white, a color he normally avoids. Making his pale grey eyes somehow dazzling. His face is not clean-shaven today as he’s hungover and sports dark stubble that I somehow find sexy, cringingly so. He smells like he normally does, only with the lingering hint of last ni