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9
L O G A N
“I’m ready,” Ella said with a mischievous flick of her eyebrows that didn’t
promise a carefully planned scheme to get what was mine, but danger,
adventure, and the risk of failure.
I was drawn to her unknowns, but was she the right woman to convince
my parents that I’d turned a corner? Or was she the woman I should have
met a decade ago, when the stakes weren’t as high?
Pushing away my doubts, I took her hand. “Then let’s go.”
Bianca was right outside, flipping through a notebook.
“So—” she said, but I didn’t hear the rest.
Ella turned, leading me to the stairwell, hand in hand down the steps
like Bonnie and Clyde, with a threat behind and nothing but possibilities
ahead. The speed of the descent knocked caution out of me. The loss of
control should have been disconcerting, but we whipped around the third
landing so fast, I didn’t have time to worry about anything but keeping my
feet under me.
Ella stopped on the second floor and we collided. My body disengaged
from my mind, tapping muscle memory to use our velocity to push her
against the wall and crash my mouth onto hers. I held her by the back of the
neck so I could leave my mark on every crevice and plane my tongue could
reach.
With a groan, she clutched my shirt, pushing and pulling at the same
time.
What was I doing? Besides getting a hard-on the size of a city block,
what was I doing?