Page 35 of Puck'N Enemy
I expect him to get angry at reminding him of my betrayal but to my astonishment, the look in his eyes softens.
Stepping closer to me, he slips his hand over the back of my neck and pulls me against him.
“Logan—” I barely get to say another word as he shuts me up with a kiss.
His kiss is hard and rough but it’s lacking the bitter emotions I usually feel from him. I’m too stunned to react for a few seconds but I stand still, taking in whatever he has to offer me.
Logan’s tongue pushes between my lips.
I don’t open up to him immediately. No matter how much I want to kiss him back, I don’t dare cross the line between us.
It’s even more important than ever before to keep Logan away from me. I must protect him from becoming Pete’s target again.
With all the strength I can muster, I push him away. “Don’t!” I say, panting hard. “Just go home already.”
Logan swipes a thumb over his lips and then, pops it into his mouth.
My jaw nearly falls open at the gesture. What the hell’s wrong with him?
“Are you high or something?” I ask, feeling uncertain about this calm Logan.
A rough chuckle escapes him but the next moment, he’s on me, coming at me with the force of a hurricane. His arm wraps around my waist as he leans in to capture my lips.
Now that he has me in his hold, there’s no escaping him.
Logan takes advantage of my surprise and slips his tongue into my mouth, tasting me thoroughly.
I don’t want to react to him initially but it’s becoming impossible.
His familiar citrusy scent wraps around my senses, disorienting me. He still tastes like bitter coffee, reminding me of all the good memories I had with him.
Logan is persistent. He continues kissing but he doesn’t get violent or hurt me.
This kiss feels like he almost...cares.
“What the hell are you doing, Logan?” I shout, finally pushing him away.
Breathing hard, he grins at me. “What I should’ve done years ago.”
His reaction is so unexpected, I can’t help but wonder if he’s really on drugs.
“You don’t get to do that,” I say, breathing hard and trying to gain some control over the situation. “You don’t get to swoop in, throw punches, and kiss me like you didn’t hate my guts last week.”
“I don’t hate you,” he says, looking anxious. “Ineverhated you.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“Dylan, I know what happened,” he says in an unusually soft voice. “Coach Becker told me everything.”
I flinch at the mention of Coach Becker.
I take a step back, feeling like I can’t handle a Logan who knows everything that happened in the background all those years ago.
Logan grabs my elbow, preventing me from taking another step.
“You left because you thought it was the only way to protect me,” he says, pulling me against him. “You broke my heart to save me. You sacrificed yourself to protect me and my family. And this time, you’re about to do the same.”
My jaw clenches. I can’t keep looking at that adoring expression on his face. It makes my heart throb with emotions I can’t deal with right now.
