Logan stares at me as if he misheard me. He shakes himself, then leans up on his elbows. The movement makes his abs contract, which I very much appreciate.
“Are you sure?”
I nod quickly. “I am. Please?” I tilt my head at him, trying to look inviting.
Logan sits up by doing an ab crunch, and I get plunked directly into his lap.
His eyes rove over my face, searching. He gently palms my face, my burning cheeks up against his burning palms. He moves forward inexorably slow to the point where I’m holding my breath, waiting.
My skin tingles all over as Logan moves steadily closer. The hands on my face are infinitely gentle, careful. I still feel like I might just fall apart, that Logan holding me like this is the only thing that’s keeping me together.
“Max,” he whispers before I get him w
