Page 28 of Frozen Hearts
And then his lips crash down on mine, and I'm lost. Utterly robbed of oxygen. My hand fists the front of his sweater and I pull him closer as our tongues tangle in a titillating dance.
No one kisses better than Logan Astor. His kisses have the power to transport me to an alternate dimension. One where my problems don’t exist. Where the world isn’t a dark, ugly place riddled with injustices. They ignite a fire in my belly and flood me with light until I feel as though I’m on top of the world, high on endorphins without a single fuck to give.
“Come to my game this weekend,” he rasps, his firm grip still holding me in place as he stares into my eyes. “I know you work weekends, but there are two games—Friday and Saturday. Come to one of them. I’ll leave tickets for both at will-call.”
My lips part, my denial tasting sour on my tongue. However, no words come out, and before I can gather the fortitude to let him down, he kisses me, quickly. “Don’t answer now. Think about it.”
One more hurried peck, and he lets me go, grabbing his bag and getting to his feet. My eyes are glued to his lips, swollen from our kiss, before I manage to drag them upward to meet his. I swallow at the sheer intensity I see shining in his chestnut depths. Fuck, if this is what it is to have Logan’s full attention, I’m not sure I’m going to survive.
With his cocky smirk back in place, he says, “I’ll see you there,” before leaving me dumbfounded on the bench, watching his delectable ass as he walks away.
* * *
My foot taps impatiently as I glare at my phone screen. She’s five minutes late, which really shouldn’t be surprising, but I have to be in class in fifteen, so I need her to call me, like, right now.
Annoyed that I always have to make the effort, I stab my thumb angrily against the screen, hitting the button to call her instead.
The phone rings and rings until I get the standard“Unfortunately the person you are trying to reach is unavailable.”
Since she’s supposed to be calling me right now, she shouldn’t beunavailable!
I jam my thumb down on her name again, growing increasingly furious with every unanswered ring.
“Mom,” I snap when I once again get her voicemail. “Call me.”
As I pull the phone away from my ear, it rings.
“Finally,” I grumble, answering immediately. “Mom,” I sigh in frustration. “I have to be in class—”
“Uhh, sorry to disappoint…”
“Logan?” Pulling the phone away from my ear, I realize the caller ID says Logan. Not Mom.
“Erm, hi,” I say somewhat awkwardly, internally grateful that he cut me off before I said something I’d rather he did not hear.
“Hi.”
Despite the fact he’s not the person I’d been hoping to hear from, it’s impossible not to smile at his teasing tone.
“Where are you right now?”
“Umm, I’m about to head into English.”
“Hennessy building?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. I have something for you.”
“You do?” I ask, surprised. “What is it?”
“Now, what sort of surprise would it be if I told you?” he teases.
“The kind where I know what I’m getting.”
He chuckles. “That doesn’t sound very fun.”
“How would you know? Have you ever tried it?”
