Lila’s pov

“We still have to get this couch out,” I said, my voice lower than it should have been with his hand still on my hip and the hard line of him pressed against my stomach. “Dad’s going to notice if it’s still sitting here when he gets back.”

Logan’s fingers flexed once against my skin, then he let out a rough breath and stepped back just enough that the contact broke.

His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and hungry. “Yeah. We do.”

Neither of us moved for another few seconds. The air in the basement still felt thick.

My nipples were tight against the thin tank, and...