Meanwhile, inside the other room, Anna refused to leave the bed. She sat there stiff, replaying Daniel's words in her mind.
'When… and how did I kiss him?'
The thought scurried through her head like a pesky mouse that refused to leave the house, no matter how many times you chased it out.
"Arghhh!" she suddenly screamed, yanking her hands through her hair until it looked like a bird's nest. With a huff, she shot to her feet and began pacing like a lunatic.
"He's lying. He has to be lying!" she muttered, stabbing the air with her finger as if Daniel were right in front of her.
Anna would never kiss him—consciously, at least. Not in this lifetime.
She puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms with a pout. "I'd sooner kiss a dog than kiss that arrogant man!"
The declaration echoed through the empty room, bold and dramatic. But as the silence returned, her lips twitched, and she muttered under her breath—
"…though I did dream about kissing him once."
