We left at ten thirty that night, after I allowed Logan to kiss me. It was a kiss goodbye, and I wanted it. For closure, so I wouldn"t keep looking back and wondering what if.
I didn"t have much to compare it with, but even if I had, I knew I"d never forget it.
My first true kiss.
Now I wondered if I"d have been better off without knowing such a thing existed.
Such a tender, compassionate, sweet kiss. There was no s****l charge in the mix, nor did he try to feel me up. One hand cupped the base of my head, the other rested lightly on my waist.
Then it was over, and we were on our way to our last minutes before the final goodbye.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and noticed his white-knuckled grip on the steering, the clenched jaw.
Was he regretting our bargain?
On the back
