Page 117 of Unspoken

His eyes soften, his hand finding mine and twining our fingers together. "Yeah, I do."

And just like that, the tension dissipates, melting away like fog in the morning sun. We're still in the midst of the reunion, still surrounded by curious stares and probing questions. But with Logan by my side, I feel like I can face anything. Even the ghosts of my life before Logan when his classmates ask what my family does for a living.

The question comes a few minutes later from a woman in a shimmering gold dress. Linda.

My stomach clenches. I've been dreading this all night—people wanting to know my background. You probably won’t be advertising the fact that your father was the biggest crook that ever originated from Russia and who was executed last year.

I fidget with my cuff link, avoiding the woman’s probing gaze. "Oh, you know, this and that. Bit of business here, some investments there."

Logan squeezes my shoulder, a silent show of support. He knows how much I hate talking about my family with strangers, the tangled web of secrets that surrounds the Solovey name.

I'm saved from further interrogation by a familiar tune coming from the speakers.

A rock ballad, probably as old as Logan.

"Excuse us," he tells the woman, nudging me in the direction of the dance floor. "Care for a dance, boyfriend?"

"With pleasure."

We step into the middle of the cluster consisting of other couples and he pulls me close, one hand resting on my hip while the other clasps mine. We sway together, our bodies moving in perfect sync. In his arms, the rest of the world fades away. The curious stares, the whispered gossip, the anxiety that's been thrumming through my veins all night—it all disappears, leaving only this perfect moment.

I rest my head against his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne.

"I’ve never been asked to dance before," I confess.

"Well, good thing we have a lot of firsts to get through together now."

Yes. Good thing, indeed. "And I have the best partner for that."

As the song ends and another begins, we remain locked in our embrace, unwilling to let go. Logan's hand slides up my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine through the fabric of my shirt. I shiver, my skin tingling with awareness.

"You want to get out of here?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

I tilt my head back a little to look at him, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I thought you'd never ask."

We slip away from the dance floor, our hands still intertwined. I spot a side exit and tug Logan toward it, eager to escape the stuffy ballroom and steal a moment alone with him. He’s just too delicious in this tux. And all mine.

The corridor is empty, the muffled sounds of music and chatter vanishing behind us as we keep walking away from the noise.

Logan backs me against the wall, his hands bracketing my head as he leans in close.

"I've been wanting to do this all night," he whispers, his lips mere inches from mine.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I challenge, my pulse racing in anticipation.

He closes the distance between us, his mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss. It's electric, a shock to the system that sets every nerve ending alight. His tongue delves deep, tangling with mine in a sensual dance that leaves me breathless and aching for more.

I fist my hands in his shirt, dragging him closer until there's no space left between us. Heat coils low in my belly, a hot desire that threatens to consume me whole. Logan's hands roam my body, skimming over my sides and back, dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of my trousers.

"Logan," I gasp, breaking the kiss to suck in a desperate lungful of air. "If you keep doing that, I won't be responsible for my actions."

He chuckles, the sound dark and promising. "Is that supposed to be a deterrent?"

I groan, dropping my forehead against his shoulder. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

"But what a way to go," he quips, pressing another kiss to the side of my neck.

I laugh, the sound bright and carefree. In this moment, with Logan's arms around me and his heart beating in tandem with mine, I feel invincible. Like nothing can touch me.

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