Page 79 of Fraternizing with the Enemy
“Uh, no?” I snorted. “And ruin my hair?”
At first, I didn’t thinkanything of Logan flipping on his blinker and turning—until I realized he pulled into an empty parking lot. He eased the car in the middle of two spaces, putting it in park. Logan looked over at me, his gaze tracing my full face of makeup, my perfect blowout. And then a small smile tugged at his lips.
“No.” I watched as he popped his seatbelt undone. “Logan,no?—”
He opened his door and climbed out of the car, stepping straight into the rain. It pelted down on him, plastering him within seconds. His golden hair streamed into his eyes as he rounded the front of the car, clearly on a mission. It didn’t occur to me to lock my door until he already stood on the other side, and without wasting a second, he tugged on the handle.
“Logan,don’t!” I all but screeched, but he didn’t reach for me. Instead, he offered a dripping hand out.
His shirt was stuck down like a second skin, the red color darkened so that it almost looked black. “Come on, Juliet.”
“Do you know how long it took me to do my hair?” I quickly cringed at the lame excuse. But—but—but— “We don’t even have any music!”
Logan reached past into the cab, and I yelped as rainwater dripped from him onto my lap. He twisted the volume dial on the radio, taking “Dancefloor” fromquiettoblaring, and my hands flew up to my ears.
Logan grabbed my wrist then, and this time, he didn’t wait for me to agree. With his boyish smile, he drew me out of the passenger seat and into the rain.
I shrieked in protest, but my legs blindly followed his magnetized pull. The rain was cold as he pulled me into it, seeping through my dress, and the curls I’d slaved over fell into a sopping mess within seconds. Logan didn’tstop pulling me forward until he caught both of my wrists, and for a moment, it was just the two of us standing there, watching as the other became drenched. And then, with a flash of his boyish smile, Logan made us dance.
Or, really, he started dragging me in a wide, almost bouncing a circle. It wasn’t dark out, but his headlights still illuminated us. He’d left the passenger door open, and the music booming from the speakers carried our path—carried Logan’s path. His feet splashed across the wet pavement like we were on our own private dancefloor, the music and the rain charging him like a battery.
“We’re—” I blinked as the rainwater clouded my eyes, and I could feel my mascara begin to run. “We’re going to slip and break something!”
Logan held me steady despite my protests. “Could,” he agreed, utterly unfazed. “But you’re the one who wanted more hands-on therapy sessions.”
With a firm pull, Logan spun me beneath his arm, my body jerking with the movement. Rain flew out from the hem of my dress, and when he pulled me back around, I was breathless—and laughing. “You’reinsane, Logan Castle!”
“And you’re smiling.” Logan curled his fingers around mine. “Admit it—you’re having fun.”
Fun.Fun. Dancing like an absolute lunatic in the middle of a parking lot as rain showered down from the sky wasfun? Anyone driving by probably thought we were on drugs or something, because this was absolutely ridiculous.
But my feet… they began bouncing to the rhythm Logan set, holding his hands tightly. He spun me again, and this time, my legs stopped skidding in protest.
I was soaked to the skin with my hair an absolute wreck, but I gave in and joined Logan in the madness.
He tightened his hold on my hands and began spinning us in a wide circle,Titanicstyle. I threw my head back and laughed, the rain pelting my cheeks, my hair streaming out behind me.
Logan had such a knack for getting underneath my skin, but in the best way possible. Only he could get me to do things like this. Dancing in the rain like I’d lost my mind. Going into a nerd store. Playing games at an old, grungy arcade.Mini golfing.Logan was gentle yet persistent, determined in his task to turn me into an absolute fool.
And I loved every single second of it. Because before Logan, I couldn’t remember the last time I had fun like this. Genuine, carefree, silly fun.
His soaked sneaker slipped on the asphalt then, disrupting our dancing, causing me to fall into him. His clothes were water-logged, and his shirt squished when my palm landed on his chest to steady myself. “You—” I sucked in a gasp, one that bordered on a wild laugh, nearly choking on the beads of rainwater. “You are such a?—”
“Dweeb?” Logan’s lips were parted as he breathed hard. “Is that a bad thing?”
“I was going to say you’re such a brat.” My fingers pressed firmer into his chest on their own accord, eagerly soaking up the feel of his muscles as his shirt soaked up the rain. “Dragging me out of the car. You’re lucky I didn’t start screaming.”
Logan gave a beautiful laugh at that, and I let it wash over me. “Your poor makeup,” he murmured, reaching out with both hands. “Your mascara wasn’t waterproof.”
Hot embarrassment swamped me—I must’ve lookedawful, oh my gosh—and I knocked him away. “This is your fault?—”
But he ignored my protests, cupping my face in his warm, broad hands, his bottom two fingers brushing my jaw while the top two grazed my hairline. His thumbs, though, rested on my cheeks. “I like you this way,” he murmured, swiping underneath my eyes. The touch was infinitely gentle, like a whisper itself.
“Looking like a drowned rat?”
“Looking like you’re having fun.” He swiped again, his teeth monetarily snagging on the corner of one of his lips. “You’re beautiful like this, too, you know. Don’t be afraid of soaked hair or smudged makeup. You’re beautiful either way.”
Any words I had died on my lips, and so did the air in my lungs. Not oxygen, but I felt full ofsomething, something that left my chest feeling like it was about to burst. Logan’s fingers were still splayed on either side of my face, and my heart still raced from the aftermath of our dancing, and I knew right then that I was done for.
