“I can’t think of any reason we’d need to kiss on the lips, Logan.” “Maybe not a need. But what if it’s a want?” This man has zero idea what he’s doing to me right now. The closeness of his chest to mine. His strong hands lightly gripping my arms. The flirty tone. The whole topic of this conversation. The idea of kissing Logan, which obviously, I have obsessively fantasized about since about the time kissing started to sound appealing instead of disgusting.
