Tiana
I was not sure the answer Zane was expecting from me, and even as a part of me felt he was going to mention it, it came as a shock.
“Tiana, I asked a question. Why did you agree to a dance with him?”
The question hung in the air between us. Clearly, there was no way I could avoid this one.
Zane’s hand remained firm on my waist as we moved through the next steps. His eyes stayed locked on mine, waiting.
“I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,” I finally replied.
He guided me into a turn, freely, like no tension hung between us. When I came back to him, his expression hadn’t changed.
“That’s not an answer.”
My throat tightened. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. He requested a dance. You were right there, so I did not think much of it. I couldn’t just—”
“Leave his hand hanging?” Z
