Lila’s pov

“Are you going to stand out here all afternoon or are we finishing the rest of it?” I asked, still holding the half-empty water bottle while the heat from the driveway baked up through my bare feet.

Logan’s eyes hadn’t left my mouth since that last brush of fingers.

“We’re finishing it,” he said, voice low. “Then I’m leaving.”

He didn’t sound like he meant the last part.

We went back inside and spent the next hour hauling the remaining boxes out of the basement and stacking them in the garage. Sweat kept building.

My tank was a second skin by then, stuck to my tits and the...