Page 17 of That Last Secret

I roll my eyes at how cringy his attempt at flirting is.

“Hey, Emiline.” I hear from my side. My head snaps toward the voice, and I notice Silas smiling. He’s got to be about seven feet tall as he towers over me.

“Hey, Silas,” I say, but it comes out all nervous and jittery.

“How’s school going?”

“It’s been good.” I sigh, realizing I don’t need to feel anxious right now. Thankfully, it’s still loud enough that no one would even notice. “It’s going a little too fast for my liking, though,” I add.

“I bet.” He nods.

I’m just about to ask him how he got the night off when Ifeelsomeone come to a stop at my side. Turning my head to see, I’m met with deep, brown eyes that look downright annoyed I’m here.

Annoyed, but damn… why does Logan have to be so hot?

This has to be the alcohol talking.

My eyes trail down his body. I’ve never seen Logan dressed up like this before. He’s wearing his signature pair of dark-wash jeans and a button-down shirt with rolled sleeves. He must have tailored that because there’s no way a shirt off the rack in a department store would fit around those biceps.

I should ask him if he has a permit to carry those around.

Oh my god. No more drinking, Emiline.

I move my gaze back up to his and fight the urge to smile up at him when I see his annoyed expression falter. He doesn’t tower over me like Silas, but he has a good few inches on me, even with my heels.

What would it be like to climb this man like a tree?

No. Stop.

Or to trail my fingers along that angry jawline?

Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP.

“Shouldn’t you be studying,” Logan says flatly.

I usually ignore him, but something inside me snaps at his comment. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the fact that I feel like he’s bringing up my weakness right now despite not knowing anything about the anxiety that I deal with.

“What is with you and patronizing me every time I see you? First, you’re on my case about not wearing a jacket. And now—on a Friday night, might I remind you—you’re here telling me I need to be studying instead of enjoying my night. This is getting really old, Logan.”

I see Silas hide his laugh from the corner of my eye, but Logan keeps the scowl on his face.

I guess I’m getting Logan with a scowl tonight. Lucky me.

He doesn’t answer, so I continue. “It’s spring break. I’m allowed a break from studying every once in a while.”

His features soften as if he knows I’m right. But it’s not enough for anyone else to notice.

“Well.” He takes half a step closer to me. The slight movement causes the hairs on my neck to stand and my shoulders to stiffen.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel a shiver run through my body while simultaneously feeling like every inch of me is on fire. But here we are.

He leans in close enough that I can smell peppermint on his breath. “Enjoy your night then, Emmy.”

I roll my eyes and open my mouth to retort, but Mason returns to the table with our orders.

“Drinks for the ladies,” he says, holding them up in both hands.

I chose not to give Logan any more of my energy and turn to face Mason. I muster up my best fake smile before grabbing the vodka club and gulping it down in one sip.

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