Page 63 of Whiskey and Wildfire

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah? Even though I keep making stupid mistakes?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, leaning in closer. “And for the record, I don’t think you’re being stupid. I think maybe we both just have a lot to learn.”

“Probably,” he smiled, leaning closer.

Logan’s eyes flickered to my lips, then back to my eyes. Slowly, he closed the distance between us, his free hand comingup to cup my cheek. Our lips met in a tender kiss, soft and sweet, filled with all the words we’d left unspoken.

As we pulled apart, I rested my forehead against Logan’s, savoring the moment. The night breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the growing scent of oncoming rain. In the far distance I swore I saw a flash of lightning. For a long while, we sat in comfortable silence, our hands intertwined.

“So,” Logan said finally, his voice low and warm. “Where do we go from here?”

I took a deep breath, considering his question. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I think... I think we take it one day at a time. Together.”

Logan nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “I like the sound of that.”

He shifted, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. I leaned into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. The stars twinkled above us, countless pinpricks of light in the vast Texas sky. Clouds began to move in with the breeze, blocking them out one by one.

“Just for the record,” Logan said after a while. “I didn’t sign the contract. I couldn’t do it before we had a chance to talk it all over.”

“I know,” I muttered, pulling him close.

As we sat there on the roof, the distant rumble of thunder grew closer. The air felt charged, heavy with the promise of rain. I could feel Logan’s warmth beside me, solid and reassuring.

“We should probably head inside,” Logan murmured, his breath tickling my ear. “Looks like a storm’s coming.”

I nodded, reluctant to move from our little bubble of peace. “Yeah, you’re right.”

We carefully made our way back through the bedroom window, just as the first fat raindrops began to patter against theroof. Logan closed the window behind us, shutting out the rising wind.

Inside his room, the air felt different - charged with a new kind of energy. We stood there for a moment, suddenly unsure of ourselves in this new context.

“I should probably head back to my cabin,” I said, though I made no move to leave.

Logan ran his fingers through my hair, gripping the back of my neck. “Do you have to?”

I hesitated, feeling the warmth of Logan’s hand on my neck. The tension between us was palpable, electric. Outside, the storm was building, rain now pelting against the windowpane.

“I suppose I could stay,” I said softly, my heart racing. “If you want me to that is.”

Logan’s green eyes darkened as he pulled me closer. “I want you to,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. “God, I want you to.”

Our lips met again, but this time the kiss was different - hungry, urgent. Logan’s hands roamed my back as I pressed myself against him, savoring the feel of his muscular body. We stumbled backwards until my legs hit the edge of his bed.

I pulled back slightly, breathless. “Are you sure about this? Isn’t Caroline’s room right next door?”

A loud crack of thunder shook the house around us, making both of us start. The rain fell harder, the sound drowning out everything except the electricity flowing between us.

Logan nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “I think we’ll be fine.”

“What?” I asked, grinning like a fool.

He just laughed, pulling me into another kiss, his hands working their way under my shirt.

Chapter 24

Logan

Dakota and I hit my bed in a tangle of limbs, our tongues dancing against one another.

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