Alessia’s heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away.
She could feel the intensity of their connection, the electricity that sizzled between them.
‘I should probably go,’ she said, her throat having gone dry. ‘It’s late.’
Logan withdrew his hand and started the engine.
As the car glided through the city streets, the atmosphere inside was tense, the silence speaking volumes.
The ride home was surprisingly quiet, the previous intensity and passion now replaced with an air of contemplation.
Logan cracked open the window, allowing the wind to carry away the heat from his face and cool down the flames of desire coursing through his veins.
Alessia’s mind was racing, and she couldn’t help but replay the kiss—no, kisses—in her head.
