Logan's eyes went wide the instant Harper's hand curled at the edge of his hoodie and dragged him forward. For a fraction of a second everything registered in sharp, stinging focus: the way her breath hitched, the quick tremor in her fingers, the small, desperate look on her face. Then instinct — something older and rawer than thought — kicked in and he closed the gap.
Their mouths met with a sudden, disorienting force. At first the contact was startled, unexpected. Harper's lips were warm and sweet with strawberry gloss; Logan reacted before he could reason, closing his eyes and answering her with the kind of urgency that felt like trying to catch up to a train already in motion.
