Page 8 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
“Screw this.” She didn’t need to wait for Luke’s advice. At this point, he might not know Logan any better than she did. Stuffing her feet into her fuzzy unicorn slippers, she stormed from the room, breezing past a startled Devyn and out the door.
When she barged into Logan and Killian’s dorm, Logan sat on the floor with pages spread in front of him and his keyboard he’d brought from Sebastian’s resting on the ground at his knees.
He didn’t look up as she neared, but he pulled a pencil from between his teeth and jotted down a note. “I don’t have them, Wylder, the words.” When he finally lifted his eyes, the pain in them nearly tore her in two. “I couldn’t put it into lyrics, but it’s coming out, Wylds. These emotions…”
She looked from the keyboard to him. Not words. Notes. His feelings came out as notes. Everything that had happened crashed in around them. The missing brother, the ruined future… Everything Logan had known was ripped away, not for the first time. Everything he’d worked for was gone. Luke may have been the face, but it was Logan’s career too. The notes, it seemed, finally pulled him from the grim determination with which he went through his days. This, here, was real.
And she couldn’t resist dropping to her knees at his side. She placed one hand on his cheek, turning his face to her, and pulled him into an all-consuming kiss. This time, she’d be his distraction. This time, she’d give him anything he needed.
“Wylds,” he whispered against her lips. “What was that for? I haven’t given you any lyrics.”
“I don’t care about the lyrics, Logan, I just wanted you to let yourself feel everything that’s happening.”
“What if it’s too much? What if I can’t handle it?”
Her eyes shifted between his, and she framed his face with her hands. “You can.”
“But how do you know?”
She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I just do.”
His arms wound around her, and he pulled her closer. Wylder didn’t know anymore who was distracting who.
When she pulled back, she caught a smile twitching on his lips. “What are you smiling about?”
“You’re kissing me because I’ve started this song, but you were right before. It is possible for me to write sucky songs.”
She laughed and sat back on her heels. “Well, get it out of your system because we have another song to write together.”
His brow creased. “Explain.”
Her smile widened because she knew he’d say no, absolutely not. But then he’d eventually relent because she wasn’t one to give up. “Me.” She pointed from herself to him. “You.”
“Uh oh.”
“And the Defiance Academy Winter Review.”
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“Come on.” Wylder pulled her jacket tighter around her as she elbowed Logan. December had arrived with a vengeance, dusting the ground in the year’s first snow. And Wylder was not one of those people who’d say, “It’s okay if it’s cold as long as it snowed.” No, forget that. She needed her warmth, for the sun to light up the gray Ohio skies. To be fair, the skies today were a brilliant blue, but it was too freaking cold.
And Logan wasn’t making it any better. “No.”
“You’ll give in, eventually.”
“Probably.”
They shared a smile, and she was glad he was aware of the power she had. Yet, he was still holding out on the Winter Review. “Then why not say yes now? I already signed us up.”
“Of course, you did.”
A snowball smacked Wylder in the side of the face, and she stopped walking down the path to the dorms, turning on her heel to glare at enemy number one. Killian James. “You did not just do that.” How had he even made a snowball with so little snow?
Killian ran to catch up with them and slid an arm over her shoulders. “Nope, it was Logan.”
Logan shoved him. “Don’t turn her wrath on me.”
Killian grinned.
