Letting go of me with one arm he made a cross over his heart and held onto me again. I kinda loved it when he did that. And when he called me sweetheart, it didn’t at all sound like when your grandad said it. Logan made it sexy, painfully sexy.
Before I did something really stupid and kissed him, I pulled back, guiding us through the thick crowd to the dance floor. “We should find Nell,” I shouted over the thudding music.
I expected him to agree and for us looking for her but he brought me further into his strong arms and swayed us to the beat of the song. My skin prickled from the heat of so many bodies in such a small space and the look of intensity in Logan’s eye. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in my system or if he really was about to kiss me but it sure looked like he was going to.
We shouldn’t. The last person in the world I should be kissing was Logan. He was the worst person I could pick to like, only I didn’t pick. I didn’t get a choice. It was what it was. And what it was, was pretty shit. What kind of person wants her dead ex’s brother? What was wrong with me? I didn’t do things like that.
Logan’s hands were on my hips but I felt them everywhere. He was a good dancer, he could really move and the way he looked at me made me dizzy. He guided me around the dance floor, or as much of it was we could move through anyway.
I leant in just a little bit further and my breath caught in my throat as my chest pressed against his. There was no distance between us. I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. My eyes were focused on his lips and I knew I should move them but I couldn’t.
“What’s up?” he shouted in my ear.
I shook my head. There was absolutely no way on earth I was telling him that I was desperate for him to kiss me.
“You feeling okay? You look pale.”
And there was my ticket to get out of being this close and wanting more without having to tell him what was going on.
“I need some air.”
With a quick nod, he had me tucked under his arm and walked us towards the exit. We’d danced for one song and I couldn’t handle even one more.
I sucked in a deep breath as soon as the cool night’s air hit me. Logan still held on to me, worried that I would collapse, so I didn’t get the full effect of the cold that I wanted. “You alright? Want me to take you home?”
“No, I’m fine. I don’t feel ill or anything, just a little hot in there.”
His gaze trapped me, drawing out the truth. I prayed that I looked and sounded convincing enough. It wasn’t even a complete lie, I was too hot inside, but that was because he was pressed up against me, making me feel desire like I’d never experienced before. It’s the alcohol.
“Sure?”
“Yeah,” I replied and nodded. “I just need a couple minutes, then we can go back in. I’ll let you buy me a cocktail.”
“Wow, thanks,” he said sarcastically.
“You’re happier today,” I said.
“Well, not hung over like Thursday. Feeling like shit really puts a downer on my mood. I’m out with friends and I don’t have to work tomorrow.”
I gripped his arm as the world slanted to the left. “You’re working tomorrow. We’re going for a run.”