Page 6 of Fraternizing with the Enemy
“I think the better question would be ‘do I playwell?’”
I laughed again; he easily drew it out of me. His teasing made me feel so light on the inside; I was seriously about to start levitating. Then again, I’d never experienced this before—mindless, fun flirting, especially with a guy as drop-dead gorgeous as he was.
“The office is just down this way.” Sort of. We were just taking the long way around. “So, where’d you transfer from?”
Logan hesitated, and I looked up to watch his eyes dart back and forth at the hallway in front of him. The stretch of silence drew on, and my thoughts took a turn. Oh no. What if he said?—
“Haven High,” came his answer at last.
I actually let out a breath of relief. “Oh,good. I was afraid you were going to sayJefferson.”
“Brentwood’s biggest rival, right?” Logan asked, a glint sparking in his blue eyes. “Would you have dumped me on the spot?”
Jefferson High—Brentwood High’s biggest rival. Enemies, really. If Logan had been transferring from there, then my budding dreams of being the next campus couple would’ve shattered, because even transfers were treated as outcasts. “Without a second thought.”
Logan mock-wiped his brow. “Dodged a bullet, then.”
Truly. Haven High, well… it wouldn’t make any headlines. “You made a good choice. And I lucked out from it, hmm?”
We finally ended up in front of the high school’s office, but I didn’t pull away from Logan. Not yet. A part of me wanted to walk him in to meet Mom, who was the school principal, and maybe even bribe her to get him in my homeroom. But the last thing I needed was Mom going full awkward on my future boyfriend.
“This is the school map.” I let go of Logan’s arm to give him free range of motion. I gestured to the poster shielded by a pane of glass on the wall. “You should take a picture of it. It’ll help you get around when I’m not here—which hopefully isn’t too often.”
Logan took his phone out of his back pocket, and I caught a glimpse of his lockscreen—something red and black. I didn’t know if it was because I had Jefferson on the mind, but ugh. Those were the school’s ugly Bulldog colors. Maybe I could get him to change it.
Before Logan had time to take the picture, I pinched the top of his phone and slid it from his grip. I took two quick steps back, holding it hostage. “Hey,” he said,laughing lightly but not reaching for it. “Is a phone inspection part of the tour?”
“I’m not looking through your messages or anything,” I assured him, opening the Phone app and biting down on the corner of my lip. “I’m giving you my number to call me. Andcall, don’t text. That’s how I’ll know you’re serious.”
I could feel his lovely little blue eyes on me, and basked in the moment of it. “Serious?”
I just smiled. “Serious.” I’d let him draw his own conclusions.
As I typed my number in, a faint tickle brushed the top of my cheekbone, near the corner of my eye. I froze, breath catching as my gaze lifted slowly to find Logan’s hand stretched out.
His thumb traced gently along my skin, and with that path, goosebumps lit across my body like wildfire. Warmth spread through me at the tender, sudden touch, and it shouldn’t have been as jarring as falling into his arms moments ago had been, but somehow it was. The pad of his thumb stirred something unfamiliar awake inside me.
Butterflies. Real, actual butterflies. I must have felt them before, surely, but this? This felt like the very first time.
“You had an eyelash,” Logan murmured, eyes bouncing back and forth between mine. He held his thumb closer to my parted lips. “Make a wish.”
I blinked once. Then twice. But the world still hung from its axis, tipping and trembling like I was balancing on top of a cheer pyramid, teetering on the edge and about to topple.
When I didn’t move, Logan pulled his thumb back.He closed his eyes, and after a second of hesitation, he blew my eyelash off his fingertip. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, blinking his eyes open. “I made sure the wish was a good one.”
Air seemed to stall in my lungs.
That.
That was so corny.
And so freaking adorable.
My brain couldn’t compute anything beyond that.Corny and adorable.
I mutely handed his phone back to him, and as he reached for it, our fingertips brushed. There was something so deep about his eyes. No shallow hollowness. No empty adoration or selfish interest—the kind I’d gotten used to from three years in the same bubble. This wasn’t that.
I wanted to get lost in those eyes. I wanted to feel that flutter in my stomach again.
