Page 100 of Hearts Storm

“This was a bad idea.”

Now my heart plummets straight through the floor, and I swear I feel it hit the concrete foundation somewhere beneath my feet.

“What?”

“Shit.” His head snaps in my direction, eyes wide with panic. “I don’t mean us,” he says, waving a finger in the air between us. “I mean doing what we just did. Here. In my office.”

I blink, his words taking a second to land. “Oh.”

“Jesus, Rey.” He scrubs both hands down his face, exhaling hard through his nose before moving to stand in front of me.

Cupping my face, his eyes bounce between mine. “I don’t regret one second of what we just did.” He shrugs, giving me a small, sheepish grin. “We are going to have to tell Brex, though.”

I respond with a snort, leaning into him. “He’ll be elated.”

Logan presses a soft kiss to my lips. “No doubt.” He sighs, thumbs brushing lightly over my cheeks. “I’m sorry. For pushing you away. For being an asshole. All of it.”

My chest tightens at the raw honesty in his voice. The way his eyes search mine—like he’s waiting for me to tell him to go screw himself—makes something in me soften.

“I believe you,” I whisper.

“What I said before. I’m sorry I kind of freaked there for a second, but I need you to know that I do love you, Angel. Those were not ‘heat of the moment’ words.”

“I love you, too.”

Pressing his forehead against mine, he sighs. “Good. Now, I’m going to take you home.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I need to go get my truck. It’s still at the community center.”

He pauses, gaze dropping to my mouth before flicking back up. “Do you want to stay here and clean up a little more, or come with?”

I glance down. My dress is a wrinkled mess no matter how much I’ve tried smoothing it. My lipstick is probably smeared halfway to my chin, and I’m pretty sure there’s a bite mark on my shoulder where he sunk his teeth.

The thought sends a fresh wave of heat between my thighs, which is ridiculous given how sore I am. But my body doesn’t seem to care.

Not looking forward to doing a walk of shame, I shake my head. “I’ll stay,” I say, flipping my hair back over my shoulder. “I have some extra clothes in my room. I’ll just change and meet you outside.”

Logan nods, pressing another kiss to my forehead. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

Snatching his keys off the desk, he gives me one last lingering look and slips out the door, leaving me alone with the scent of sex and his cologne.

I turn to the window, letting the sudden silence surround me. My legs are still trembling, and every time I shift my weight, I’m reminded of exactly what we just did. On his desk. In his office. Where anyone could have walked in.

A giddy laugh bubbles inside my throat, and I press my hand over my mouth.

Holy shit. So that just happened.

I grab my clutch from where it landed on the floor and fish out my phone to see three missed texts.

SASHA

You good? Text me when you get a sec. I just need to know if you’re okay.

BREX

Did Logan catch up to you?

There’s another one time-stamped twenty minutes later.