Logan stared at me; his lips softly tipped upwards. “What?” I whispered, and he moved closer to tangle his finger in my hair. The soft movement sent off tingles down my body. The lucky lock swung when he let it go. My vision swirled, narrowing in on his lips. They looked so soft. I ached to kiss him. “Nothing,” his voice was hoarse. “Tell me.” Our lips drifted closer, and he searched my face for something. “I worked out what it is about you.” He cupped my cheeks with roughened hands. “You’re a siren. Designed to destroy men with your beauty, your intelligence, your spirit. I can understand why
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