Even so, the place was beautiful, with its soaring ceilings and use of natural wood and stone. Logan and I were given a secluded table near one of the windows, and he stared out into the blackness as if he could actually see what was out there. For all I knew, maybe he could. I had very good night vision — better than anyone else I knew — and it was entirely possible that Logan’s would be even better, since he didn’t have nearly as much human blood mixed in as I did.
But I really didn’t want to think about that right then. I just wanted to gaze across the table at him, think how handsome he looked in his dark button-down shirt, remember what it was like to kiss those firm, beautifully shaped lips, to run my hands over the muscles that the shirt really couldn’t hide.
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