Steam clung to Logan's skin as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped around his shoulders. His dorm was silent, dim, and private — exactly the way he wanted him.His roommate recently transfered to another college, leaving him alone. Now he was free. No roommate, no prying eyes, no one to catch him when his mask slipped. That was the perk of being Logan Hayes: rules bent for him, doors opened, and he was left alone when he wanted it most. But with Damon Blackwood...he followed the rules,opened doors for others and was surrounded by monsters themselves.
He rubbed a hand over his jaw and leaned on the dresser, staring at his reflection. The mirror threw his thoughts back at him — thoughts he didn't want but couldn't shove aside.
Her lips.
That kiss.
