Unsure if this was blood loss, or the pure presence of Logan, I tried to shake off the need flooding me. Shake off the familiarity that had me wanting to lift my head and press my lips to his. His perfect full lips that haunted me. An animalistic rumble shook his chest, and when my hand on his arm started to glow, I was close enough to see his eyes darken. “Logan,” I mumbled, lifting my other hand toward his face.
