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“Innocent, huh?” My arms wrap around his waist, plastic bag dangling in my hands as I hold him tightly.

“Yes. No dick jokes or funny business.”

I snort despite myself, even as my attention quickly darts to Christian and back. Gold flakes sparkle on Logan’s cheeks, giving his honey eyes a warm glow. We sway like that for a while, gazing at one another.

“So you and Christian?” he asks eventually, tilting his head.

My throat tightens. “I thought… well, obviously not.”

I don't even know what I thought. A few blowjobs and one fuck aren't exactly a declaration of love. Not that I expect him—or anyone—to love me, but… some mutual feelings would have been nice.

Logan shakes his head. “I don't think that's true.”

“What part?”

“You and him being not. I can feel him watching us.”

“So? Your wife and boyfriend are looking, too.” Reaching up, I wipe my thumb along one of his lashes to dislodge a gold flake. “Are you wearing mascara?”

“Kiss me,” he blurts, catching me way the fuck off guard.

Our movements cease, and it’s all I can do to gape at him.

Logan shrugs. “You want his attention? That'll do it. If he lets it happen, then you're right. But I don't think he will.”

“Are you fucking with me?”

“Nope.” His hands come up to cup the back of my neck. “Do you trust me?”

I have to stop and think about that, realizing with a shock that I do. “Well, yeah.”

“Then kiss me.”

For one suspended heartbeat, I don’t move.

Across the room, I can feel the weight of Christian’s gaze like a live wire on my skin. The music changes, drums vibrating up my ribs as Descending by Sleep Token shifts the atmosphere. A slow, gyrating rhythm begins to coil in my stomach as Logan's every curve lines up with mine.

“Okay,” I murmur, more breath than word. Then I lean in and softly press my lips to his.

The kiss is gentle and chaste—no tongue, no heat, just a deliberate mouth press meant to be seen more than felt. Everyone around us seems to collectively sigh.

When I pull back an inch, my pulse hammers in my ears.

“See?” Logan whispers, slowly opening his eyes. “Innocent.”

Christian is no longer dancing.

His partner looks confused, her hands hovering on his shoulders, but he's not paying her any attention. His body is rigid, jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle jumping even from here. One hand fists at his side, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t let her go.

He needs to let her go.

So I take Logan’s jaw in my hands and kiss him again, this time plunging my tongue into his mouth.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Devon

Logan sucks in a sharp breath, but he doesn't pull away.