know what I’m asking,” I say, trying to be confident as I press the palms of my hands to the dresser behind me. “Finish the tasks, Dane.” Blood drips from the open wound on his face. “Don’t say my name.” I challenge him as I drag out his name. “Dane.” I’m either going to strangle her or kiss her. “Don’t you dare kiss me,” I say, wanting the opposite. “It’ll ruin everything. We covered that task, so we don’t need to kiss again.”
