Page 45 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
Compared to Logan, her life had been a cakewalk, and it made her feel bad for her years of acting out, of rebelling against the normalcy. The only person she’d ever lost was a mother she barely knew. The only hardships she’d faced were brought on by herself.
Expulsion, detentions, all her trouble… But she didn’t regret any of it. If she hadn’t gotten herself expelled from Twin Rivers High, she wouldn’t have found her way to the Academy, to the friends she was never giving up. Killian, Diego, Devyn, even Logan.
Logan didn’t look at her as he sat in comfortable silence, his eyes closing for a brief moment. Wylder wanted nothing more than to stretch this moment into the next, never letting it end.
And she’d do just that. Leaning toward Logan, she didn’t think as she pressed her lips to his, enjoying their warmth for a second before Logan’s eyes popped open.
What was she doing? This was Logan. Logan Cook. Scrambling back, a laugh burst out of her. She’d just kissed Logan. This would make it into the bad decision scrapbook of her life. Another laugh rolled through her, and she slapped a hand over her mouth as a snort escaped. She couldn’t stop as the hilarity wound through her.
But Logan wasn’t laughing. His piercing eyes burned into her, and he rose up on his knees. She expected him to keep going, to get to his feet and walk away from her because she’d just made a complicated friendship that much more complicated.
Only, he didn’t move away. Inching forward, he kept his eyes on hers. “What’s so funny?”
Her laughter cut off moments before Logan leaned down, fitting his mouth to hers in a soul-stealing kiss. She tried to breathe through her nose, but her lungs squeezed as Logan drained all oxygen from her brain, her body, until all she breathed in was him.
He parted her lips and warmth traveled down her spine, into every cell until her body buzzed with it, with him.
He didn’t touch her, his arms remaining at his sides, yet she felt him everywhere, alighting the nerve endings along her skin.
It was the kind of kiss one never forgot, the kind that put all others to shame. It imprinted itself on her, and she knew she’d never rid herself of this moment. No matter what came next, it would always be there.
No one had ever kissed her like that. It felt like her first kiss and her very last, her best and her very worst. Because she knew… Logan’s kiss ruined her for all others.
And she didn’t care. She just didn’t want it to end.
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How was Wylder supposed to sleep after Logan kissed her and left? It was his room, and he just walked out without so much as a conversation about what happened.
Ugh, she hated him.
No, he was right. She definitely didn’t.
Lifting her head, she looked toward the clock on her dresser. Just before six in the morning. What sorcery was this? She should still be sound asleep for another two hours.
Stupid Logan.
Stupid kiss.
Just stupid Cook brothers in general. They were the root of all her problems.
Wylder couldn’t just lay there in a dark room staring at the ceiling. With the light off, she couldn’t even count the dots on the ceiling tiles.
Sliding from her bed, she crossed the room to her drum set and flipped it on. Pulling on the headphones, she sat on her stool and lifted the sticks. She tapped out a beat, but before long she found herself playing the drum part to the song she and Logan had performed. He was intertwined in every part of her senior year, thus far, and there was no escaping him.
Not even her drums could help.
She needed to do something drastic, something so un-Wylder-like. She needed to move. And there was one person who could help her. Changing into a pair of yoga pants and a hooded sweatshirt, she pulled on her tennis shoes and charged into the common room.
But Devyn wasn’t up yet. Wasn’t it time for her run? Devyn was the most predictable person Wylder knew. There was no way she wouldn’t run this morning.
Wylder knocked on her door. “Dev?”
Devyn yanked the door open. “Is the room on fire?”
“What? No?”
She walked by her to fill up her water bottle at the sink. “Did someone die?”
