Page 61 of That Last Secret
As if the thoughts in my head summoned Logan, my eyes land on his as he walks across the dance floor in my direction.
My stomach dances with nervous butterflies as the corner of his lip turns up. His eyes trail over my body as he takes in my bridesmaid dress that Peyton let us pick out ourselves. My skinpebbles with goosebumps as he stops directly in front of me, and I feel my cheeks heat.
“Hey, stranger.” Logan grins.
I smile back at him and almost forget how anxious I was just a few minutes ago. He has this power over me that no matter what emotions I’m feeling when he’s close, he’s all I can think about. It’s like he drowns everything else out. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“A little too long if you ask me.”
It’s only been two weeks?
My breath catches, and I hope like hell he didn’t notice. “Yeah?” I choke out.
“Yeah, Em.”
My insides crumble at his soft tone when he says my name. I’ll never get over the way he calls meEm. It seems so small and like it shouldn’t matter because everyone calls me that.
But I want to hear it repeatedly from him.
I’ve only had one freakin’ drink. What is wrong with me?
My smile grows wider. “Yeah, I agree. It’s been too long.” I feel off kilter with Logan, standing here while simultaneously feeling on cloud nine. Just as he opens his mouth to say more, the music changes from upbeat dance music to a slow song. “I’ll let you get to your date for this,” I state with a forced smile.
I immediately hate myself for trying to get a rise out of him knowing damn well he didn’t bring one. I turn to walk away, but Logan stops me when he grabs my wrist. My head snaps in his direction, and his smirk tells me he knows he caught my bluff.
“You know I didn’t bring a date,” he says, stepping forward. Our bodies are so close that if a gust of wind were to blow, I would collide with his chest. He leans his head over my shoulder. “But I’ve been wanting a dance with you all night,” he whispers only for me to hear.
I think back to Brooke’s words about putting myself first for once. I need to stop giving a shit about what my brothers have to say, but I also don’t want them to believe this is something it’s not.
“Are you asking me to dance with you?” I pull my head back and raise an eyebrow at him. “Do you think that’s a good idea tonight?”
Logan’s eyes scan my face, but he remains silent, looking deep in thought. The moment he brings his bottom lip between his teeth, my thighs clench together with want and desire. Even with the most minor moves, this man has the power to make me melt into a puddle at his feet.
“I don’t give a fuck anymore,” he whispers, the smile on his face growing wider. “I’ll handle your brothers later, but right now… I want to dance with you.”
Logan extends his hand, urging me to take it and follow him to the dance floor. I place my hand in his without a second thought and instantly feel my skin burn from the touch. We look down at where we’re connected before our eyes meet again.
There’s no way what I just felt is one-sided.
Logan guides me out to the middle of the dance floor. He stops, standing still momentarily and never taking his eyes off me. I never thought I would ever experience being consumed by another person to the point where everything around me would fade out, but that’s how it feels standing in front of Logan.
His arms skate around my waist before he places a palm across my lower back. I feel the same burn right through the thin silk of my dress, but despite the heat, I shiver at the touch.
“Is this okay?” he whispers, clasping his other hand with mine.
I nod, unable to form even a single word, let alone a whole sentence.
The moment Logan steps into me, forcing our bodies together as we sway to the song’s slow tempo, I think I completely stop breathing. All the air becomes trapped in my lungs as I live in the moment of dancing with him.
“You look beautiful tonight, Em,” he says on a long, drawn-out exhale.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Logan.”
“I’m going to ask you a question now,” he says almost instantly.
I nod, nervous over what he’s about to ask.
“Why didn’tyoubring a date tonight? There’s no way you couldn’t find one.”