“You ran right into me the day we met. I should have recoiled. If it were anyone else, I would have. But touching you feels so right, so peaceful. I would give anything for just one taste of your perfect lips.” He stared at me with such intense hunger that my breath swelled, frozen in my lungs. “Logan...” I wanted that too, but nausea rolled in my stomach. If I kissed Logan, that would be it. I couldn’t think of Jesse or Briar’s lips against mine.
