Page 33 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
Devyn fingered her hair. “Your color is beautiful. You don’t need to change it, though I do like some of the colors you choose. It’s brave how you don’t care what anyone else thinks. I’ve always envied that.”
Wylder stared at her in the mirror. Devyn had never said anything so nice to her. She turned around and wrapped Devyn in a hug.
Devyn froze. “Did Logan break you or something?”
“No.” Wylder pulled away. “It’s just been a weird day.”
“Okay, well, sit.” She pointed to the closed toilet seat.
Wylder obeyed, putting herself completely at the mercy of her roommate.
* * *
Logan was waiting at their predetermined spot when Wylder entered the lobby. She stood in the doorway staring at him, watching as he kicked a toe against the ground, seemingly unable to stand still.
His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his dark-wash jeans, and a backpack was hanging off one shoulder. His hair had been gelled to within an inch of its life. She’d never seen him with gel in his hair.
A smile curved her lips at the thought he’d tried as hard as her.
As her footsteps neared, he lifted his gaze, his eyes widening. “Hey.”
“Hey.” She gave him a nervous smile. “Does this feel kind of weird?” They’d been hanging out constantly for weeks, but now he felt new to her, an unknown.
He stared at her a moment before extending one hand. “Yes, but in a good way.”
She gave him a shy smile as she put her hand in his. Silence stretched between them as they stepped out into the cold. It was already dark, but apparently Logan had planned for this. He pulled a flashlight out of the backpack.
“You came prepared.”
He shrugged. “I had no clue where we were going, so I figured it couldn’t hurt.” He stopped suddenly, refusing to take another step.
Wylder looked up at him. “What is it?”Was he having second thoughts? Was she too much work?
None of that was in the look he gave her. Instead, he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss not only thawed her frozen lips, it sent warmth through her limbs and let the nerves flutter away. This was Logan, her friend.
When the kiss ended, he didn’t let her go, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walked. The weirdness dissipated as his fingers played with the ends of her hair. “No color tonight?”
“Nah. Tonight I’m just me.”
“You look beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “But you look beautiful with the color too.”
Wylder hid a smile. This wasn’t like them. Compliments and pretty words. She was so anxious for things to be normal between them, she elbowed him. “You’re cheesy.”
He laughed. “Guess I am now. Am I making you uncomfortable yet?”
“Yes.”
“Mission accomplished.”
She twisted away to face him, walking backwards. “Oh, Logan. My heart just bursts when you’re near. Your beauty and charm is the stuff of legend. I could write poetry in your name.”
“Get back here.”
“Nope.” She turned and took off running, her legs burning almost instantly.
Logan was faster than her, and she squealed when he caught her, lifting her off her feet.
“Put me down,” she yelled.
