“You don’t want to be friends?” A ghost of a smile plays on his lips as he shakes his head. “I never wanted to be your friend.” Logan slides his hand around the back of my neck as his mouth crashes into mine. His lips are warm and soft against mine, just as I remember him. It’s like we’re thrust back in time, to a different place, a different moment—but we’re not. We’re not in high school, sneaking touches and kisses when no one’s looking. This isn’t just a dream or a memory… This is really happening.
