Page 105 of Bad Love

The thought is terrifying, but it’strue.

That’s why I frame his face with my hands when I say, "I'm on thepill."

"Yeah?" I nod once, and he presses his slick body against mine on agroan.

Logan claims my mouth, and I wrap my arms around him, losing myself in the feel and the scent and the slickness of him. I don’t realize what he’s doing until my legs are hitched up around his hips and he’s slipping inside me. My moan is lost in his mouth, my tongue tangling withhis.

The feel of him like this is unreal. I squeeze my eyes so hard they tear up, but the shower washes the tears away as Logan builds usboth.

It’s more intense than I thought possible. I’m not sure if it’s because we haven’t been together for a week, or because of this new closeness, or what it all means, but I can’t dwell on it because the sensations demand my attention. Logan and I cling to each other, grasping and groaning, until I’m coming, and I feel him shake insideme.

After we get out of the shower, I kick him out of the bathroom so I can getready.

"Can I see the dress?" he calls through thedoor.

"I'm doing my hair first. I want you to get the fulleffect."

"Sounds promising." Noises tell me he’s getting ready too. "It means a lot to me that you came. I like seeing you here. All my favorite things aretogether."

My heart skips. "Now all you need is aCross.”

"Oh, don't worry. I'll find one." I can hear his cocky grin as heleaves.

My smile fades as I continue curling myhair.

Because I wasn't entirely honest with Monty. I want something fromLogan.

I want everything he can give me. I just don’t know if I can haveit.

When I finally head out the door and down the hall, the house is transformed. There are well-dressed people everywhere. Easy smiles, drinks. Before my wedges hit the bottom step, a waiter with a tray of something fizzy finds me, and I acceptone.

It takes me a few minutes to locateLogan.

I see him before he sees me, and damn, he's handsome. Button-down shirt and slacks. Dress shoes. As if he feels my stare, he turns. His smile freezes as he gives me a once-over.

"You’re beautiful," he murmurs as Iapproach.

My heart warms. "Youtoo."

I'm not sure how to act with him, but he bends down to brush a kiss over my cheek. Then he tugs at his pant leg to reveal a sock. “These meet yourapproval?”

I bend down to take a look, realizing they’re little mountain climbers with the words “Time for Adventure” woven into theknit.

I laugh in delight, some of my nerves falling away. “Logan, where did you even findthese?”

He shrugs. “I’m resourceful. And they seemed fitting given theoccasion.”

I blink, confused. “But you’ve been to this party for years. It can’t be anadventure.”

“You’re the adventure, Kendall. Weare.”

The room suddenly feels too small, and what’s inside me is too big. I’m almost glad when we’re interrupted. Until I realize the tall, stylish woman approaching has Logan’s dark eyes and straightnose.

Logan stops with his arm around my waist. "Mom, this is Kendall. She's helping me with aproject."

"For Hunter’sCross?"

"Not exactly. Anextracurricular.”

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