Opening my eyes again, I immediately found Logan’s face. He was sitting at a high-top table in the center of the bar’s lounge, watching me. Even through the dimly lit view of the bar, I could see surprise in his eyes and a small smile playing on his lips. He looked positively delighted, like he was tickled to have stumbled upon me, to witness this moment. I felt my own smile bloom as I continued singing.
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy
Somethin’ ‘bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ ‘bout, somethin’ ‘bout, somethin’ ‘bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
I remained locked in Logan’s eyes, watching as he took a sip of his beer. When he moved to set the bottle back down on the table, I could see his eyes slowly shift from delight to something else—a much darker expression that I’d seen before. A dangerous look that had plagued my mind for years. One that I’d questioned over and over again, as if it maybe wasn’t ever actually real. That perhaps I’d made it up, telling myself stories—crazy things—to sooth the continuous wounds that he’d inflicted on my ego. But here it was, right there on his face. Proof of his predatory hunger.
Like he was a man starved.
It was the look he gave me right before he kissed me many moons ago. The look he gave me on my prom night. The look I swore I’d caught him giving me numerous times over the years, in many quick moments, small flashes, before he’d always reverted back to his steady expression of control.
I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, cause I’m a taker
Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy
My body had begun to move, invigorated by his attention. If he was a man starved, I was his last supper served on a silver platter. I moved in slow, sultry sways as I stared into his dark, honey eyes.
Like a moth to a flame, I was enraptured. I was performing. Forhim. And he made no attempts to conceal the way his body reacted to it. His mischievous eyes locked in on me, his chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly, his hand tightly gripping his bottle of beer.
It made me feel good. Seeing him reacting this way to me—it made me feel alive. I was once again swirling inside of his orbit and the familiar rush of it was all-consuming.
My whole life, Logan had always been around. And as much as we’d both tried like hell to deny it, there was a dangerous undercurrent of desire that threatened to drown us at any moment. It always felt so damn good to give in to that feeling, to lose the mask of the platonic relationship that we’d worked so hard to protect, and give into the deep longing that alwayswas.
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ ‘bout, somethin’ ‘bout
Somethin’ ‘bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
I ran my left hand up my body as I continued to sing for him. Watching as he kept his full attention on me. Turning the lyrics of the song into a siren’s cry out for him.
No one else in the bar existed at this moment. It was just Logan. It wasalwaysjust Logan. I yearned to feel him against my body again. I yearned to taste his tongue as it swept through my mouth again. So many thoughts. So many dizzying thoughts that had never stopped running rampant inside of my mind.
He was here, in this moment of my need to let go. The wicked flame in his eyes matched the fire that burned inside of me, coursing through my entire body. Fully ignited again. Always for him.
As the song ended, the entire bar shifted into a heavy silence before the crowd began to applaud, the sound of clapping ripping me back into reality. Logan seemed to have also been jolted back into awareness as his eyes flicked from mine to the table in front of him where a girl was whistling. His gaze fell back on me and he began clapping his large hands together.
His unfiltered smile was a rarity that I didn’t get to see very often, and it took my breath away.
“Damn. That was . . . everyone give a big hand to Amelia for that performance!” Ryan’s voice filled the bar through the sound system. I turned to step back down from the stage and was shocked to find Danny standing next to Ryan near the steps, waiting for me. His eyes were blazing with something I didn’t quite recognize, something that didn’t match the forced smile he gave me.
