Logan
The drive to the restaurant the next morning was a tangled mess of tension and silence.
Ella was visibly nervous, her hands darting to her hair every so often, running her fingers through the wavy strands as if that simple act could calm her racing heart. From where we sat in the back of our cab, I wanted to reach out and comfort her in some way.
But after everything that had happened the night before, I was hesitant.
“Don’t do it again,” she had said after I kissed her.
It really wasn’t intentional. I wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for the way that she looked so beautiful beneath the theme park lights, if it weren’t for the way that the powdered sugar stuck to her lips and made her look all the more sweet.
My wolf had pulled me closer then, and I wasn’t able to resist. S
