I gasp in shock as I’m spun around and find Logan in my face, pushing me backward. He pushes me back through a door into the laundry room. “What are you doing?” I ask him, my voice hoarse as he corners me. My back hits the wall as he plants his palms on either side of my head, caging me in. My tongue darts out to lick my lips as I stare into the depths of his ocean eyes. “Logan…” “I don’t know how to be your friend, Isla.” He moves one hand from the wall, sliding it along the side of my face as he cups my cheek. His thumb is soft as he strokes my skin. “What if I don’t want you to play the
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