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Yep—totally dangerous.
“How did you know this patio was even here?” I ask.
“Lucky guess.”
As Logan sits, I realize just how small this loveseat is. I’m practically in his lap. Hopefully, the dim lighting will hide the flush in my cheeks. I’m pretty sure it’s not going anywhere.
I give up on my food after a few minutes. It’s awkward balancing my plate on my knees, and I find that sitting so close to Logan, on top of all the touching we did while dancing, has my stomach tied up in a whole tangle of knots. I set my plate down on the small table next to us, surprised when Logan does the same. His plate, however, is empty.
I laugh. “You don’t play around.”
“Dancing made me work up quite the appetite.”
Logan shifts closer to me, lifting one arm so it rests behind me, his fingertips lightly grazing my bare shoulder. I shiver, and he smiles.
“Happy or cold?”
“Both?” I say, rubbing my arms.
In seconds, Logan has removed his jacket again, draping it over my shoulders and pulling the lapels together in the front. I hold my breath the whole time until he puts his arm back around me, this time tugging me closer.
Then he goes and ruins it.
“You said I could ask about your terrible kissing stories another time. Does this count as another time?”
Really? Right now, this man wants to hear my horror stories? Way to ruin the mood, pal.
I glance up at him. We’re seated so close I can’t hold his gaze for longer than a second or two. “You really want to know about all that?”
“I do. I mean, if you don’t mind talking about it, that is.”
Do I mind?
My kisslessness isn’t my favorite topic of conversation. But I’m not embarrassed. None of these stories have anything to do withme—other than the common thread that I sure know how to pick ‘em. And that I never did end up getting kissed.
I turn until I’m facing Logan. He mirrors my position, then pulls my legs over his lap, resting his hand on my calf. THAT won’t be distracting at all. I nestle a little deeper into his jacket, pulling it tighter around me. His warm, masculine scent surrounds me, putting me even more at ease.
“Okay,” I tell him. “But remember—you asked for it.”
I decide to start with Joey Walton.
“My sophomore year I went to a party. Just one. It was an end of the year backyard cookout kind of thing. Joey Walton had been flirting with me all night and at this point, everyone had a boyfriend but me. So, I figured, what the heck.”
Logan’s starting to look like he wishes he hadn’t asked. He’s doing the muscle clenching thing in his jaw. I realize I’ve barely seen it since his first day here, back when he found out his contract included TikTok.
“Are you okay?” I ask. He nods, but that muscle keeps right on clenching. “Anyway. I guess Joey had just watchedSpiderman—the one with the upside-down kiss—”
The tension leaves his face now as Logan groans. “No. No, he didn’t Tobey Maguire you.”
“Yep. Well. Hetriedto Tobey Maguire me. He led me out to this old tree house and then climbed the rope ladder—”
“Stop it.”
“—and he hung himself upside down. Then he tried to pull me in for a kiss but … the wood holding the ladder was rotten. It fell with him still hanging from it by his knees. He broke his arm and his collarbone.”
Logan gapes at me. “Is it bad to laugh? I feel bad laughing.”
“Laugh all you want. Joey ended up falling for a volunteer at the hospital. She went to Stony Peak High and was doing service hours to look good on college applications. One thing led to another, and they got married a few years ago.”
