He exhales. “I’m still…mad at you.”
I move closer.
“I know,” I say softly. “But I’m here, aren’t I?”
A tear slips before I can stop it.
“I drove all this way,” I add. “Because I want this to work. If you do.”
He looks at me again. His eyes flick to my lips and back to my eyes.
We’re inches apart now. Ridiculously, ludicrously close. But still not touching.
“Your eyes,” I whisper. “They’re…really blue.”
He smiles faintly. “Yours arereallyhazel.”
Silence.
“Wait,” I say suddenly.
“What?”
“I forgot something.”
I slip out of bed, grabbing my bag. My hands shake a little as I pull out the folded piece of paper and turn back to him.
“This is for you.”
He takes it slowly, and unfolds it, then reads.
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.
“You wrote this?” he asks.
“You said no one ever had written you a love letter. Well. Now someone has,” I nod.
He looks up at me. “Cass…This is...”
That’s all he gets out.
Logan pulls me in to him, and kisses me, softly at first. Then, absolutely ravenously. He tastes like wine, and so do I.
I pull back. “Are we really doing this?”
“If we do, you have to promise me. We don’t half-ass it.”
“Not ever. Not with you.”
A grin comes over his face. “I had no idea what I was getting into with that one-night stand.”
“Yeah,” I smile softly, as he wraps his arms around my waist. “You really didn’t, cowboy.”
We kiss again, and I don’t know if it’s the wine or the high of finally crossing the line with him, but when he runs his hand down the flesh of my hips, I’m already breathing hard.
And then he narrows his eyes at me.
“You understand what this means if we do this?” he lets out.
