“What do you want, Jeremy?” I snapped, brushing past him toward the front door, my heart already racing from the way he’d cornered me outside. I was determined not to let him see how much he got under my skin.
He didn’t let me get far. In two long strides, he was in front of me again, blocking my path with that infuriating smirk. “Come on, Bella. I know you had fun. I’m just curious—was it the alcohol that made you kiss me like that? Or have you always wanted to, and the tequila just gave you the courage?”
I stopped dead in my tracks, folding my arms across my chest like an armor. “It was a dare, Jeremy. A stupid game. And yes, it was the alcohol. So get your head out of the gutter. It’s never happening again.”
He stepped closer, too close, his eyes dark and challenging. “Are you sure a
