(Cassidy)
I woke up annoyed.
Not tired. Not sore. Just annoyed.
The second I opened my eyes, I remembered exactly how the night had ended.
I rolled onto my back and groaned.
Part of me still wanted to be angry at him. The other part kept replaying pieces of the conversation we'd had before falling asleep. Neither side seemed interested in backing down.
This was ridiculous.
Most couples probably didn't spend an evening arguing about a man running out of a parking lot. Then again, most couples weren't me and Dane.
I turned my head.
He was still asleep.
That should've made things easier.
Instead I found myself thinking about everything he'd said. Not the parking lot. Not the threats. The other part.
He kept finding reasons to be around you.
I rubbed a hand over my face.
The anno
