A note to myself: I DO NOT just enjoy Logan Gray kissing me. I enjoy it a LOT.
Because he was goddamn good at that.
My stomach toppled down from its usual place as he softly caressed his lips across mine, holding my face in his huge, warm hands. A feeling that felt like I had touched some raw wire or something rolled down my spine, leaving me breathless and reflexively curling my toes inside my crazy heels.
Everything suddenly felt so warm. Like my dress was too tight, which it was for the record. Like there was not enough air in the atmosphere for me to breathe. My cheeks burned and so did my entire body. And all he had done so far was just kiss me on the lips. Just an innocent brush of his lips.
Eric and I once made out for an hour straight. There was a violent use of tongue and
