Page 88 of A Dash of You

I jerk my head back. I deserved part of that, but that’s not Logan. He doesn’t say things like that to me. “I’m not sure what your problem is, but I’ll be dammed if I sit here taking your undermining abuse. Now if you’ll excuse me.” I get up to leave,but his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. There’s regret on his face, but it’s not enough. Not right now.

I pull away and head outside. Lana asks if I’m okay and I give her a nod with a smile.

When I make it out the front door, the fresh air instantly hits me, taking my emotions down a notch. I inhale, and practice slow deep breaths leaning against the brick of the building.

It’s eerie out tonight. Extra quiet and it makes my skin crawl. It might be my imagination again, but it feels like someone’s watching me. But can it really be paranoia when Jason knows where I am?

Logan appears within minutes, taking part of the wall next to me. I should have faced him, instead of ignoring him. But I didn’t know what the hell I was really doing. My brain is a shambled mess.

He lets out a deep sigh. “I shouldn’t have said that to you. But you gotta understand that when you weren’t answering me, every part of my being was twisted with fear. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. The thought of him…” He doesn’t finish. Of course, he’s worried about me. It’s Logan.

I sigh. “I emotionally shut down. And I just… needed a minute. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“You don’t need to shut down, Sora. Not with me.” He pushes off the wall, his body now in front of mine, blocking any view of the street and buildings ahead. He’s like my shield in ways and I want to let myself melt inside him.

Our gazes lock, but we say nothing. We just… connect. His eyes cherish every part of me. Taking his time memorizing. And my body becomes fully aware. A sudden ache throbs between my thighs and my breaths turn heavy. This man makes me weak, yet with him this close, I believe I can take on the world.

Our heated, whatever this is, sizzles out when the sound of approaching heels fills the silence. Claire stands there. Just stands there and irritation claws its way through me.

This bitch.

What’s her deal, anyway?

But my heart takes a leap when I notice Logan hasn’t looked away from me.

“Hi Logan.” Claire’s voice screeches in my ear. And she’s ignoring I’m even here which really pisses me off. “I put in a request for our song if you’d like to dance with me?” She flashes her pretend innocent eyes up at him, fluttering her lashes and he slowly closes his with regret.

They have a song.

What does that even mean?

Logan’s face laces with surprise, mine too, but my annoyance tolerance is about to run out.

“Claire. Why are you even standing here?” I ask, not giving a flying fuck right now.

There’s a jealousy threatening to drown me.

“To talk to Logan. You just happened to be here.”

A wave of anger barrels into me. “I happen to be here becausewewere talking.Us.Me and Logan.”

The night breeze sends a strand of hair swirling around my face, and Logan, who still hasn’t taken his eyes off mine, reaches out and tucks the piece behind my ear. I suck in a breath, my attention darting to his stunning face.

“Talking? Because it sounded more like arguing to me.”No she did not.She folds her arms to her chest, a nasty attitude dripping from her like a leaky faucet.

How did we end up enemies?

Logan finally rips his gaze away from mine and I already miss it. “Claire,” he warns in a dragged-out threat.

I decide to leave instead of ripping her eyes out. “You want him? He’s all yours.” I spin, heading inside not giving a damn.

I’ve lost my mind.He’s all yours?Like he was ever mine to begin with.

I fight my way through the crowd and rejoin Lana at the bar. “I need a shot. A very alcoholic one.”

Lana’s mouth parts. “Um okay, we’re doing this. Alcohol therapy. Got it.” She flags down Joel, who pours the liquid into the glass. I don’t even ask what it is, I just shoot it back, letting it burn its way down my throat. Good.

“Another,” I say, wiping the excess off my lips.

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