Logan Wallace’s POV
It’s silent; she hasn’t said a word the whole way, and from the corner of my eye, I can see how tense she is. Her flushed cheeks are slightly noticeable.
Cute, that’s how the grouchy and sexy girl looks.
I shouldn’t have kissed her like that. How else could the situation have been made clear?
Honestly, that kiss was really nice—timid, but nice.
The grouchy girl has a shyness that continues to surprise me, which disappears when she gets mad and yells at me.
“Did the kiss leave you speechless?” I ask, knowing it’ll annoy her.
“No, please, Logan, you’re fantasizing and talking nonsense. Me, speechless from a kiss? That won’t happen; I’m just thinking about the web of lies we’ve woven.” She twists her hands nervously.
“She’s probably suffering at home right now. Doe
