Selina's whole body felt weak, her mind a blur.
As she nearly drowned in the tenderness of his kiss, Logan finally let her go and gently smoothed her damp, tousled hair.
The next second, the lights came back on.
The guests in the ballroom calmed down. The clinking of glasses resumed as if the blackout had been a mere blip in the evening.
Selina's cheeks were still flushed, her lips glossy. Her legs were so unsteady she had to lean on Logan just to stay upright—let alone keep dancing.
Logan chuckled softly. "Selina, what's wrong?"
Selina shot him a sharp glare. How dare he ask that? He had the nerve after what he just did?
She had warned him that people were around, and yet…
But now it was too late. And sure enough, someone nearby, clearly eager to curry favor with the Carter Family, noticed her flushed face and asked:
"Miss Carter, are you alright? Your face is so red. Is the ballroom too warm?"
