Page 53 of Chaos At Second Sight

“You wrinkle your nose in that cute way whenever you realize I’m teasing you.” He looked at me and chuckled. “There!”

I rubbed my nose. “I do not!”

“But my favorite thing I learned?” He searched my eyes, taking his time. “You light up whenever you’re passionate about something—neurons, bees, the benefits of lemons. Doesn’t matter.” My pulse spun out of control when he pulled my braid a little. “You shine.”

I was speechless. He exuded so much Alpha male energy and something else—lycan.

He smiled, almost helplessly. “And you’re so damn beautiful. I’m so fucking lucky.”

We held our gazes for a long moment, leaning into each other.

A golden lock slipped over his forehead and my fingers brushed it back—the only thing about Logan that felt soft on the outside.

Then, muttering a curse, one arm locked around my waist, Logan had me flush against him.

And we kissed, and kissed, and kissed some more for an exceptionally long time, until rain found us.

The music from the party faltered, then picked up once more as the gentle shower fell on us in glittering droplets.

“A smirr,” Logan mumbled against my lips.

“You remember…”

“I remember everything about you.”

“We should go inside.”

A lazy smile tugged at his mouth. “Always so responsible.”

“One of us has to be.”

Except this time, we weren’t.

We danced under the smirr and the moonlight. Rain gathered on his lashes and my cardigan, on his cheekbones and my lips. Our shadows stretched and tangled over the moss, the space between us extending and disappearing.

We danced and kissed. Kissed and danced. Until the music from the packhouse stopped and the moon left too. Until only the rain, the stars above, and us remained.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

LOGAN

Ithink I’ve memorized every damn detail of this room by now. From the splits lining the old wooden ceiling to the creases in the velvet curtains that made me sneeze just by looking at them. I glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner—2:40 a.m.

Still wide awake. In fact, I’d never felt so awake. Awesome.

Before her, I slept like a rock. Nine hours minimum. And if I didn’t have classes or wereball training, I’d stay in bed until noon. Morning people? Couldn’t relate. My head could merely hit the pillow, and I’d be out like a light. But not tonight. And I knew why. My brain decided to run in circles around her.

I let out a heavy sigh, folding my arms behind my head as I stared at the wooden ceiling—again. The way she made me nervous was downright shocking. I mean, I’d never felt like this in my entire life, let alone over a girl. But she was not just any girl.

She’s my girl. Mine.

Earlier tonight, Bunny Doc and I talked for hours in the woods, mostly me asking questions while she droned on and on about medical school, friends, and family. I was nodding along like an idiot as she got all excited about a specific topic. Normally, if someone rambled that much around me, I’d straight up walk away. But her? Her voice was smooth, melodic, and everything she said was actually interesting. Even when she chitchatted, her use of words wasn’t banal.

My eyes lingered on one specific spot on the ceiling, then I winced at the sounds coming from the other rooms. These werewolves thought I couldn’t hear them snoring, screwing, or stuffing their faces.

It wouldn’t matter if every room in this packhouse was soundproofed—my lycan ears could pick up everything. A kettle in the pack kitchen whistled. Someone had turned on a shower. Another werewolf, in a cabin outside the packhouse, cracked open a can of beans. The industrial symphony of cars and trucks from the A4 reached my ears. I still had to force myself not to discern the size and speed of each vehicle…a game I used to play with Dad.

But right now, I was tuning all that out and zeroing in on one room in particular, and, for once, I was happy to be different.