Logan's POV
I walk her to the car, trying to maintain my composure. Kissing her, I shouldn't have done it. I wanted to do it, I just needed to know if it was just a fantasy that her kisses leave me stupid, as if I forget everything for a second. Stopping kissing her should be considered sacrilege. If it weren't for the audience, if I kissed her somewhere, just the two of us, I don't think I'd have the willpower to stop. I don't know what she does to me, I just know that right now I'm doing everything I can to not go crazy and to keep my body from reacting to a kiss. I didn't even touch her and it feels like I'm a damn contained volcano.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
I wish I knew.
I probably already know. Time and time again we're close, about to share a measly kiss outside of
