When Cameron kissed me it felt like all of my problems were solved. He cradled my chin softly—not violent like Emmett—and his tongue grazed the top of my mouth. I smiled as he kissed me and then I grabbed his face and kissed him back.

Suddenly, someone shoved Cameron, hard. He caught himself and looked into the face of the quarterback, Dash.

“Dammit, Anna. Come on!â€? Dash barked at me and I seethed. “What? You didn’t hear me?!â€?

“I’m not going anywhere, Dash.â€? He rolled his eyes and shoved Cameron again. “Stop that!”

“Anna, I’m so not afraid to pick you up. I’d actually enjoy it. I haven’t gotta much ass lately.â€? I gaped at him and he ignored it. Then, his voice turned sad and he closed his eyes. “Just … come on, okay? I’m not afraid to hurt you either.â€?

“You wouldn’t dare. You’re not some beast like Emmett. You just work for him, Dash.â€?

“Just come on then. I didn’t wanna hurt you anyway.â€? When I didn’t move, Dash grabbed my waist just as Cameron punched him.

“Keep your hands off her!â€? Cameron growled.