Page 27 of The Captain's Curfew
He groans, dropping his head onto the counter.“I hate everything.”
I wipe my eyes, still giggling.“Logan Carter, social media superstar.Who would’ve thought?”
He lifts his head enough to glare at me.“Iblame you for this.”
I grin.“I accept full credit.”
And as much as he pretends to hate it, I swear—for a second—his lips twitch like he’s fighting back a smile.
And I don’t know what’s worse.
That Ilikebeing the one to make him smile…
Or that Ireally, reallywant to do it again.
“You’re the worst,” he says, approaching me slowly.
His words hold no heat, or not the heat that I’m used to hearing from him.He sounds almost… hesitant.I can see him weighing something in his head, and I lick my lips as he scans my face.
He stops in front of me, and I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’ll do what I want him to do, what I’ve been dying for him to do.
Kiss me,I want to tell him, but I don’t.
I wait.
And then…
His head bows toward mine and our eyes lock as his lips descend until they brush mine.
“Violet,’ he groans.
I’m not sure which of us moves first, just that we’re finally,finally, kissing.
It starts like a spark.
A breath.A touch.A kiss that was a long time coming.
But it doesn’t stay soft for long.
The second Logan’s lips claim mine, the world tilts.His hands are on my waist, my hips, and then pressed into the small of my back like he can’t stand the space between us.I arch into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.And for a guy who’s made a religion out of restraint, he kisses like a man who’s been starving.
I want to feed him.I want to give him everything.
His mouth moves over mine like he’s memorizing the shape of it, like he’s waited years for this exact moment.
Maybe he has.
God knows I have.
The kiss breaks only when we’re both gasping.
He leans his forehead against mine, his chest heaving, his eyes closed."We should stop," he murmurs.
I nod."We should."
But neither of us moves.
His thumb brushes my lower lip.
