Logan lay flat on his dorm bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other fisted in the sheets like he could wring the memory out of them. But it wouldn't leave. Her taste still lingered on his lips, her warmth still pressed into his palms. Every second of that kiss replayed in brutal clarity—the shock in her eyes, the way she melted against him despite herself, the way his own control had snapped like brittle glass.
He exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. Damn it. He had sworn to keep her at a distance, to keep their deal clean. Instead, he had let himself take what he wasn't supposed to want. What he couldn't afford to want.
For one reckless moment, she had been his. And it terrified him.
Logan rolled onto his side, jaw clenched, staring at the dim ceiling. There was only one way to fix this. He couldn't explain. Couldn't give her answers. The more she knew, the closer she'd get to a world she didn't belong in.
