I melted into Logan as he pressed me farther against the door. His lips on mine, his tongue swept into my mouth and tangled with my own.
Lifting my arms, I combed my fingers through his hair, urging him closer, never close enough.
He hummed against my lips, and I moaned in return.
This wasn’t the time or place for this, but I was desperate to have him as much as I could, for as long as I could.
Didn’t he understand we needed to separate? That it would be better for him in the long run? But from the way he was acting, and how tightly he was holding me, he clearly didn’t want to let me go.
I didn’t want to lose him either, but…
Even with him insisting that my presence made his problems more bearable, I couldn’t fully believe that. If it wasn’t for me, after all, there would be no need
