THE BAD’S BACK
TAYLOR
“What are you doing here?”
Logan gestured to the side where a taco shop was. “It’s the closest one to school.” He twisted back around again and looked at the group on the steps. “Whose party was that?”
“No one’s.”
Then I heard my name being called. Jeremy was hurrying toward us. When he saw Logan, he paused a few feet away. I couldn’t help to compare the two. Logan was taller, leaner, and his shoulders were wider. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans, and with his hands in his pockets, his jeans slipped down to offer a peek at his obliques, the defined ridge where his stomach muscles and hips met in a downward V. It was tantalizing, a temptation I was already feeling. Though he was handsome, next to Logan, Jeremy looked drab in his jeans and polo shirt. He couldn’t
