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I trail the kisses back up her body until I reach her breasts. I gently take her nipple in my fingers and pinch, causing herbreath to hitch. My mouth is back at work kissing and licking her breasts and neck. I move to her mouth, where she takes me in. Our tongues dance around each other. I move back to her neck and then gently bite her ear.

“Sit on my face,” I whisper. I lay back, and she positions her body so she is hovering above me, her hands grip the headboard. She lowers herself onto my mouth.

POPPY

Logan knowshow to work magic with his tongue. I begin to ride his face as he kisses me, every now and then sucking on my clit, making me beg for more. His hands grab my ass, pulling me into him as he devours me until my whole body tightens and shutters. His name escapes my mouth as I come. His tongue continues to pleasure me through the aftershocks of my orgasm and then he gently moves me down to his lap and kisses me hard.

He pulls back and asks me again, “Go on a date with me?”

I hesitate because this isn’t supposed to be serious. It’s what I’ve been telling myself because I have been trying my hardest to guard my heart, and I know if I completely let it down, if I let us be more than friends with benefits, then he most definitely could break my heart.

He kisses me again, slow, sweet, and tender, like if we had been together for a lot longer, it could be love. I shake the thought from my head.Nothing serious until after graduation, I remind myself.

His body is warm underneath me. He continues to kiss me soft and slow. “Please? We can do it at my place. Just you and me.” I pull away, the curve of his face barely visible in the dim light.

“And what might we do at your apartment?”

He smiles and pulls me in tighter. “Is that a yes?”

I shake my head. “I’m not sure. I need to know it won’t change anything. I still can’t offer you more than this. Not right now.” The words taste sour in my mouth.

He’s quiet for a minute before he says, “It won’t. I promise you won’t regret it.” His hand slides down my back, and he playfully grabs my ass.

I giggle. “Okay, we can go on a date to your apartment, but you better not mess this up.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

CHAPTER 47: LOGAN MICHAEL PETERSON

LOGAN

Poppy is still asleep when I wake up. She looks so fucking beautiful laying next to me. Her hair is a mess and a little spot of drool is on her pillow. Every now and then she lets out a little snore that sounds like a kitten purring, and while I’m sure she would be mortified, I could lay here all morning with her in my arms. It kills me to leave, but I know I have a lot to do before tonight to make sure it’s perfect.

I get dressed quickly, careful not to wake her. I walk over to her desk, find a spare piece of paper, and jot down a quick note letting her know to get some studying done and I will see her later. I kiss her on the forehead and head to the front door of her apartment. I sneak across the living room, hoping to leave quietly. Reaching for the doorknob, I turn it as softly as possible.

“Ahem,” I hear Lacey clear her throat behind me. I turn around to see her sitting at their kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea and reading a book.

“Is she still asleep?” she asks.

I nod my head. “I left her a note. I’ll be back later. I have a lot to do today.”

She sips her tea, looking me up and down, “Oh, so you weren’t just trying to sneak out of here? You looked pretty sketchy tiptoeing across the apartment like that.”

That makes me laugh, so I walk over to the table, “No, I would never, especially not after she finally let me stay over. I know she needs to study, and I have a lot I need to do before tonight.” I run my hands through my hair.

She gives me a suspicious look before setting her mug and book down on the table. She glances towards Poppy’s room and then looks me dead in the eye. “Don’t hurt her.”

I can’t help but look surprised by the words I just heard. Poppy has made it clear this is nothing serious. If anyone will hurt the other one, she will hurt me.

I shake my head, “I won’t.”

Lacey smiles, her eyes shift back to her best friend’s door and then to me again like she is afraid she will catch us talking.

“She would kill me for saying any of this to you, and I don’t know what she’s told you about her past, but it takes a lot for her to believe she is worthy of something good. The fact she is participating in whatever this is with you is huge. She’s a good one. The best. Don’t fuck it up.”

She picks back up her book and begins to read before I can respond. I turn and walk out the door to plan our date.

Logan: How much do you love me?

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