Chapter Thirty-Nine
Logan’s POV
Trina wraps her innocence around her like a cloak, still allowing for a little room in the middle. I toy with the idea in my head, wondering if I will fit, and how she will respond if I decide to push. Taking another sip of my wine, I suck in a harsh breath when she bites her bottom lip, the movement stirring up a wild emotion in me. I lean closer to her unconsciously, while her lashes batted and her lips slightly parted.
My hands grip the edges of the stool and I shift it in between my parted thighs in the blink of an eye. Trina must have expected it because she doesn’t squeal or yelp. She just keeps watching me from underneath her lashes, framing her stunning hazel eyes. “Trina…” I whisper, unable to find the right words to fit the situation, to describ
