24
FELICITY
"Maybe I should have taken a few drops of Xanax," I thought as I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress shortly before I knocked on the door.
My head was buzzing and my heart was beating so fast that I barely heard the lock click.
A moment later, Logan was in front of me.
Oh.My.God.
He was shirtless, wearing worn jeans that fell over his narrow hips.
I stood in awe of such perfection.
His body looked as if it had been sculpted in marble by Michelangelo himself.
Every muscle was perfectly drawn and quivered under his smooth, matte skin.
Was it possible to be more beautiful?
I looked at his face.
No, you couldn't get any more beautiful.
His wavy blond hair was slicked back and seemed to glow in the light of the room.
And his eyes... I never knew if they were green or tu
