Flustered, Moanna's hand accidentally brushed against Logan's sculpted chest. Holy crap, this is so embarrassing.
When she looked up, she found herself drowning in his bottomless dark eyes—like quicksand pulling her under, her love sinking deeper until escape was impossible. The alcohol in her veins made her want to melt into his warm embrace.
With a determined breath, Moanna decided to take the plunge. Rising on her toes, she wrapped her arms around Logan's neck, her voice thick with emotion: "Logan, I'm so in love with you." Her heart pounded wildly as she closed her eyes, pressing desperate kisses along his forehead, then his brows, eyelids, the strong ridge of his nose, his cheeks—finally capturing his lips.
It felt like a perfect dream.
Logan didn't push her away. Part of him want
