Chapter Seventeen
Trina’s POV
I throw the quilt back on the bed and saunter into the closet, checking my face in the mirror. My cheeks are downright flushed and my eyes are hazier than I remember, and I know it has nothing to do with makeup since I didn’t apply any. My hands frame the red patch, and I angle my head, wondering what is wrong with me. It isn’t just the blushing.
When Logan placed his hands on my face, for a moment there, I felt every part of me halt, focusing on that split second, on the feel of his hands on my face. I fought the urge to lean into him, to close my eyes and breathe in his scent of cedar and honey. And then, my stupid heart chose that moment to skip a beat, and my wolf didn’t help matters. She wanted to be close to him, to forget everything that he and his f
