Lynn's POV
Our lips were almost touching.
Then my phone rings, shrill and jarring in the charged silence.
We spring apart like guilty teenagers, the spell broken by harsh reality intruding on whatever was about to happen.
Charles's name flashes on the display.
We spring apart like guilty teenagers.
Everything inside me goes cold.
"I should..." I gesture helplessly at the phone, hands shaking slightly from adrenaline and interrupted desire.
Logan nods, running a hand through dark hair, his own breathing slightly uneven.
"Of course."
I stare at Charles's name flashing on my phone screen, disgust rising like bile in my throat. The intimate bubble Logan and I had created shatters completely.
Every instinct screams not to answer. But I need to know what he wants. Need to keep playing
