Bab 78: CHAPTER 78

　　I shove him in against the door, squeeze into him, flattening myself, so we are concealed by the narrow wall separating it from the kitchen, and hold my breath. Dane stays still, too, a hand sliding around my waist to tug me into his body, and he presses my face to his chest with his other hand, so my cheek is squished into his peck. It seems we are both in the same mind that getting caught here would be a hassle, and I try and ignore how being pancaked into him makes me feel.