Page 64 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
"Wow," he breathed, looking around the too-big room.
Yeah, wow. But she didn't voice that as she stepped closer, so close her chest bumped his. All she'd wanted to do since dinner at her parents—a dinner that now felt a million years away—was to kiss this boy, to feel the adrenaline he made surge through her veins.
Because kissing Logan Cook was trouble. Some might say it was wrong after everything with Sebastian. Some would tell her she only longed for these moments because she'd always craved the danger, the moments that could hurt her at the same time they made her soar.
Maybe it was the trouble she wanted. But Logan... he was a good kind of trouble.
"Wylds." His fingertips traced her jaw, settling in the hollow of her throat.
"Yes?" She lifted her eyes to his in challenge.
He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers, their breath mingling. It was the middle of the night, but being this close to Logan wiped all exhaustion from her.
"Are you just going to stand there all night?" she whispered. "Or do you plan on kissing me?"
His lips curved, and he tilted his head, but another voice made him freeze.
"Wylder," Becks called from downstairs. "Where are you?"
With a sigh, Wylder pushed away from Logan. "To be continued." She stepped from her room and walked down the stairs to find Becks and Luke standing on opposite sides of the room with Nicky strategically placed between them.
Becks’ gaze fell on Logan descending the stairs behind Wylder and narrowed.
"We need to set some ground rules for this house." He pointed to the couch. "Wylder sit. Logan, you take the chair." He perched on the arm of the couch.
Luke moved to stand behind Logan's chair. "What are these rules?"
Logan sighed. "What my brother means to say is thanks for letting us stay here, for waking up in the middle of the night to welcome us. It's very much appreciated." The brothers scowled at each other.
Becks only grunted.
Nicky rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "And Becks’ grunt means we are happy to do it."
"So not what I mean." Becks looked away.
"Yeah," Luke responded. "Me either."
"Okay, children." Wylder clapped her hands together. "I'm tired and would like to get some sleep in this century. Becks, what are these ridiculous rules?"
"How do you know they're ridiculous if I haven't said them?"
She shot him a knowing look.
Becks ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Fine. The first and most important rule. Breaking this will result in excommunication and possible death." He paused dramatically. "Under no circumstances will either of you Cooks enter the bedroom of Wylder Anderson. It's off-limits. Capisce?"
"Like I would want to go in her room," Luke scoffed.
Becks shot to his feet. "And what is wrong with her? Any guy would be lucky to go into her room."
"Oh my gosh." Wylder buried her face in her hands.
"Babe." Nicky put a hand on Becks' shoulder. "You're supposed to be convincing them not to go in there."
"I'm sorry. It's just my sister is beautiful. Luke should count his lucky stars if she ever looked his way."
"Becks, please stop." She didn't lift her face. How could she face Logan now?
"Does he always talk in clichés?" Luke asked.
