Page 109 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

A long pause. “Really?”

“Big no.” I shake my head, laughing. “If Knox found out his best friend made out with his little sister... God, I can’t even imagine how pissed off he’d be.”

“Yes. I imagine that would be disastrous.”

“Butthis?”I sigh, slumping forward again, the bedsheet loose around my waist. “Little sister running around Vegas in a corset? Sleeping with the enemy? I amsodead.”

His hand stills on my back.

“Do you regret it?” Logan asks.

I snap my head toward him, ready to deny it instantly, completely.

But I pause.

I make myself think it through.

Him. Me.

Us. Them.

Usversusthem.

All of it seems so silly now.

I tilt closer. I kiss him, feeling him still lingering on my skin, feeling forever changed.

But do I regret it?

“No,” I answer, the word weighted with truth. “I’ll be in big trouble tomorrow, but…” I smile. “No, Logan. I’ll never regret this.”

Logan cups my face, those blue eyes locking with mine.

I let my phone slip from my fingers as he wraps me up in his arms.

Him. Me.

Him and me… versus them.

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LOGAN

“Ifeel different.”

Katrina’s voice pulls me from that perfect, weightless space between dreaming and waking. Everything here is warm. Safe. Just her and me tangled in the sheets, no outside world creeping in. Yet.

“Different?” My mind is groggy, but I shift toward her, drawn to her voice like a magnet. She’s sprawled half on top of me, her face smushed against my chest, our limbs knotted beneath the covers.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, her breath warm against my skin. “You know how in books and movies, the virgin finally does it, but afterward they say they don’t feel any different? I expected that. But… I do feel different.”

I drag a lazy hand down her back, noting the shiver that runs through her, the way she hums softly in response. “Do you feel better?” I ask. “Or worse than before?”

“Not better. Not worse, either. Just…different. But also the same? Kind of? Like I was always meant to…” She cracks up. “Wow. I must sound like an idiot right now.”

I chuckle, drawing slow circles over her skin. “Not at all. I’m sure it’s common.”

Katrina tilts her head, resting her chin against my chest so she can look up at me. “What was your first time like?”

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