Olivia

My hand was still secured around Logan's wrist as I led us to his bed. The fact that it was actually the first time I had sat on his bed. Tell myself not to have any dirty thoughts regarding that. Yet, I did. What would it feel like for Logan to pin me to his bed, trail his fingers over my face, from my cheeks to my lips, down to my earlobes? Tease me with his touches and...

Okay, something was definitely wrong with my head. I mentally scolded myself. I shouldn't be having such thoughts about Logan, at least not when he was staring at me like someone...