As I sit on the bed, I ask, "What's wrong?" A part of me yearns for Ethan's touch again, but another part of me dies inside when Logan crosses my mind.

Damn you Logan, I think, as he's consumed my thoughts.

Every time I consider giving in to Ethan completely, Logan somehow waltzes into my mind, dampening my spirit.

I notice Ethan has finished his call, and he wears an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Nadine. I have to go," he says. I nod, relieved he hasn't sensed the change in my demeanor.

He hovers over me, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips before slowly moving his mouth down...