Anna's POV
He wants me to kiss him?
I almost laugh. Is Alpha Dylan seriously suggesting I’ve already fallen for him?
“No,” I reply firmly.
His eyes twinkle with mischief. “No, as in you’re shy and you’d prefer if I kissed you myself—or no, because you wish I had just done it instead of asking? So which is it?”
I scoff. “You literally just said the same thing.”
“No, I didn’t,” he counters, grinning like he’s already won something.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” I snap. “My answer is still no.”
“That means yes.”
“What?” I blink, confused.
“What I’ve learned in my twenty-five years of existence is that when a woman says no, she usually means yes,” he says smoothly, like he believes his own nonsense.
I can’t help it—I scoff again, over and over. His confidence is absurd. What amazes me
