Page 96 of Keeping Kasey
Suddenly, he pulls away. His brow furrows, and a look of contemplation mars his features.
I despise the paranoia that springs to life inside me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, making every effort to sound confused rather than nervous.
“This,” he says. “Thisis wrong.”
The paranoia shifts to indignation. “A little late to grow a conscience.”
“I want to end this.”
I push at Logan’s chest, but he takes my wrists easily in one hand and holds them above my head.
“Get off me,” I bite out as I struggle against him.
Logan flattens himself against me, pinning me to the bed and holding my gaze with his, which is alight with intention.
“I don’t want a fling,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yeah, I get the gist. Now get—”
“I want more, Kasey. I want a relationship.”
I freeze, searching his gaze for any hint of teasing—or at the very least, doubt.
There’s neither.
“What?”
His hand eases off my wrists and gently glides down my face.
“I want you, Kasey. I want you to stay when this contract ends, and I want to be with you.”
I can’t explain exactly what happens to my body, only that it feels like I’m floating.
“You—you want to be my boyfriend?” I ask with a breathless laugh, because as enticing as the idea is, calling Logan myboyfriendfeels ridiculous.
“I don’t care what you call me as long as you’re mine,” he says with a charming, boyish smile. “Though,boyfriendfeels a bit too juvenile and temporary.”
“What would you prefer?”
The smile turns knavish as he takes my left hand and brings the knuckle of my fourth finger to his lips. “Anything that ties you to me for life.”
“That’s quite a while,” I breathe. “You’ll get sick of me.”
“Only one way to find out.”
For the hundredth time today, my throat is thick with emotion, and the weight of my secret pulls me to dark places, no matter how hard I fight to enjoy this moment.
“Logan, I…”
I want to tell him yes—that I’mhis, whether I like it or not, and I want him to be mine, too. I want to take his lips again,knowing we’re more than just a fling with a few guidelines. I want to picture a life with Logan—one that isn’t tainted with lies.
And right now, it would be.
I don’t want this secret hanging over my head when I commit to Logan.
I need to tell him the truth, even if it means I could lose him.
