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I must have tensed up immediately because I heard him laughing as he lifted my leg up and set it across his thigh.
Feeling his worn denim under my calf shouldn't make me feel like I needed to climb up into his lap, but here I was, gripping the blanket on either side of my thighs and hoping that I didn't burst into flames with the innocent contact.
Yeah.
Right.
Innocent.
Nothing I felt for Logan back then or now was innocent.
Well, maybe part of it, but I'd fallen out of love with him a long time ago.
This was just about scratching an itch.
Right?
Right.
Aw hell.
I was weak.
I was going to blame it on the hormones.
It had to be the hormones because I wasn't going to fall for Logan Zane again!
And knowing him, he didn't want me either.
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Well, shit.
I'd come face to face with the girl-
No, the woman, that I'd been in love with since before I could drink.
Legally.
And I could feel the wall between us.
There was no way that I could stand there in front of her and not reach out to touch her.
God, she was gorgeous.
Her skin was as smooth as I remembered it.
Her mouth-
Ah, fuck, her mouth.
I was fighting off a hard on and losing the battle.
I was an asshole, too.
I stepped in to cut her off because I knew that she was looking for an out, but I couldn't give it to her.
