The kiss is slow and sensual. I can tell whose lips are on mine as sparks erupt all around me, my body aching more for his touch. The feelings I had for him during our first night are still etched in my mind, and it's so damn hard to shake them off, no matter how I try.

I know I shouldn't encourage this, so I slowly open my eyes. I'm not mistaken. It's Logan. My hand presses against his chest. 

My hands are weak because of how he makes me feel, but I try, gently pushing him away.

“What’s wrong with you?” I whisper, but you can tell my voice...