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Logan’s hand slips up the back of my shirt, tracing the skin of my back. It feels like heaven to have his hands on my skin again. How did I get through these days without him? How did I survive before Logan was a part of my life? Now that I’ve had a taste of him, I can never go back. I grind against him and he moans against my lips, his grip on me is getting tighter. I want the marks of his fingers on my skin, marking his territory. I’m his. He’s mine. We’re endgame now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I pull away from him slightly and he takes the opportunity to unbutton my blouse a little, burying his face between my breasts and kissing the tender skin there. I shiver with pleasure. There’s still so much of me that he hasn’t had an opportunity to explore, and my mind is going wild just with the thought of what he’s going to do with me.

“Logan…” I whisper, gripping his hair to bring him in closer to me. His warm tongue snakes over my skin and I shudder again. I’m soaking wet between my legs in anticipation. I don’t want to waste any time tonight. I’m going to make every single second count. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, groaning loudly as he continues to worship my body with his lips and tongue.

“I love it,” I moan. “I love you.”

The words slip out before I can stop myself. I cover my mouth in utter shock. I can’t believe I would say something so reckless, but with Logan touching me, it’s hard not to let everything spill out. He stares at me in shock and I watch him back, hoping he’ll say something, anything. Have I screwed this up entirely? He has no idea how to respond, that much is clear.

“Logan?”

But then something even worse happens. I hear a key in the lock of my door. Seconds later, in bursts Joshua.

“Hey, Isabella, sorry to barge in like this, but I just-”

Joshua finally looks up and spots me on top of Logan’s lap, my blouse half undone and my face frozen in horror. We look at each other in shock. Neither of us knows what to say.

My brother has just caught me with his best friend.

CHAPTER 27

Logan

Just when I thought there were no more surprises coming my way, Joshua goes and walks in on me and Isabella. The timing is spectacularly bad. We’re so clearly getting it on that we literally can’t make any excuses. Her chest is half exposed and she’s sitting on my lap. It doesn’t exactly look innocent.

But my mind is still reeling from what Isabella said. She’s just dropped a bombshell and told me that she loves me. I can barely believe it. I came here not knowing if she would even take me back, and now she’s telling me that she’s in love with me. Does she mean it, or did she say it in the heat of the moment? Will I ever get to find out now, or is Joshua about to beat my brains in?

Isabella springs off my lap, fiddling with her buttons. I can see that her hands are shaking. “What the hell are you doing here, Joshua?”

He’s staring at her in horror. “I came here to talk things over…but I can see that you’re…busy.”

“This is the reason normal people knock, Josh. Don’t you think I have a right to my own privacy? You can’t just walk in here. You didn’t even call.”

This couldn’t get much more awkward. Joshua glares in my direction and I sit as quietly as I can. I don’t want to say anything to aggravate him. Joshua has the hottest head of anyone I know. I really don’t want us to end up fighting or something. But it seems that might be inevitable when he jabs an accusatory finger in my direction.

“You,” he hisses. “You told me you weren’t going after my sister. You put your hand on your heart and said you would never do that. And now look at you.”

“You have no right to weigh in on this,” I say back, unable to bite my tongue. “This isn’t your business.”

“Oh, it’s my business. She’s my sister. Are you seriously telling me that what she does doesn’t have anything to do with me?”

“Logan’s right,” Isabella cuts in. “I’m an adult. I’m allowed to make my own decisions.”

Joshua waves her comment off dismissively. “You have no idea what you’re doing. You can’t make these kind of decisions for yourself.”

I hold my breath. That was definitely not the right thing to say, and I can already tell that Isabella isn’t happy about it. She squares up to her brother, though she barely reaches his chin in height.

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