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I lowered my face to hers in one quick move and heard her gasp, our lips barely an inch away from touching. "We would have to kiss," I whispered, staring at her delicious lips within range and thinking how much I wanted to kiss them. "Like them," I gestured, and Harper turned, finally noticing the couple sucking each other's faces.

Eww. "Not exactly like them, though. But we might have to kiss, but only when we feel we need to," I leaned closer, almost giving in to my urges—“to convince them," I added, tearing my eyes from her lips and taking a step back before my heart would pop out of my chest.

Harper's face turned bright red. "We should go in," I said, holding out my arm to her, and she hesitated for a bit before taking my arm.

Chapter Fifteen

Harper

The vibrant energy of the party filled the air as we skillfully maneuvered through the crowd of heavy drunks. My body trembled from the close encounter with Logan and how badly I wanted to devour his lips. Stop, I scolded myself. I should not be thinking of him like that or even at all.

"Brad!" Logan exclaimed, snapping me back to reality. His voice rose, competing with the lively music as he hurried toward a muscular figure at the corner of the room. With a wide grin, Bradley immediately made his way to us.

"Logan, my man!" Bradley cheered, his voice resonating above the party chatter as they greeted each other with a firm handshake followed by a jovial fist bump. "It's fantastic to see you, buddy!"

"You too," Logan grinned.

Bradley's eyes darted away from Logan to me, and his gaze widened in admiration. "And you must be the famous Harper Donnelly, the woman who captured my friend's heart," Bradley gushed. "I must say, you look exquisite, and Logan is one lucky man," he added, extending a hand to me.

"I am," Logan chipped in.

I gladly took his hand, giving it a firm shake before releasing it. "Thank you. Although you have one thing wrong," I tightened my arm on Logan's, holding him closer and locking eyes with him. "—it is Logan who stole my heart from the first moment I saw him, and I believe I am the lucky one," I grinned softly, still holding his gaze. There were no lies there—I have loved Logan since I first met him.

But nothing could have prepared me for his very unexpected response. "You stole mine, too, from the first day I saw you."

My stomach churned, and the line between what was real and what was not blurred as I stared into his eyes, frozen by the sight of him. My gaze searched for him, and Logan leaned in, inching his lips closer to mine until the gap disappeared and our lips touched. The kiss was brief, but the effect lasted longer.

The minute Logan broke the kiss, I found myself lusting for more. Our eyes lingered for a bit, our noses still touching briefly, and our lips seeking connection.

"Woah!" Bradley exclaimed with a grin reaching his eyes. "I guess the tabloids aren't wrong about you two." We turned to him. I had totally forgotten that we had an audience until he spoke, and I smiled nervously.

"So, where are the rest of the guys?" Logan asked his arm around my back.

"Martinez, Kelly, and Roger are in the backyard, which is where we are going. Come on," Bradley said, grabbing his cup, and we followed him.

The backyard of his house was less crowded and noisy compared to inside the house where the party was going on. The music from inside was nothing more than background noise, and there were a total of three people seated in a circular sitting arrangement.

"Logan!" The three of them chorused, getting to their feet and rushing him with their greetings.

"Hey, guys. You must have heard of Harper, my girlfriend," Logan introduced.

"Of course, we have. It's all over the internet. You guys are the next big thing in this city right now," one of his friends said, and all of them laughed, turning to me. He looked the youngest of them and had a cute smile that was very hard to ignore. "I'm Martinez."

"Nice to meet you," I smiled, receiving his hand and giving it a firm shake.

"I'm Kelly," the blonde and only girl among them said, extending her hand to me. She looked pretty and sexy in the high-waisted shorts and pink blouse she had on.

"Roger," the last one said and shook my hand with a huge grin.

Logan and I joined their little circle, and I was happy to be seated between Logan and super cute Martinez, whose smile I could stare at all day, although he was no match for Logan —there was no one hotter than Logan in my eyes.

They talked about baseball for a while, and I listened attentively. It was clear from their discussion that they were all baseball players who had likely crossed paths while playing for different teams. I found it intriguing how athletes often meet through the game, which piqued my curiosity about Kelly. How did she come to know them?

"So, do you also play baseball?" I asked, directing my question at Kelly, who sat on the other side of Logan and was making me slightly uncomfortable by how close she was sitting to him.

She shook her head, a smile gracing her lips. "No, I don't. I'm not a fan of the game," she chuckled.

"Oh!" I mouthed, taken aback. " So, how did you come to meet all of them?" I asked, trying to make conversation and also satisfy my curiosity.

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