Harper POVHis mouth is on mine and suddenly every rule I’ve built for myself collapses like a bad card house.This was supposed to be a conversation.A confrontation.Me demanding answers.Instead, I’m pinned against the wall of the Ice House, my fingers tangled in the front of his hoodie like I’m the one holding him there, like if I let go he might vanish.He kisses me like he’s been holding back for years.Too much.Too intense.Too good.My brain keeps whispering this is a bad idea, this is a bad idea, this is a terrible idea—But my body doesn’t care.His hand tightens at my waist, fingers curling into the fabric of my coat. I feel the heat of his palm even through all the layers. Every nerve under his touch lights up like someone flipped a switch.I tip my chin, part my lips, and he groans into my mouth, low and rough and desperate. The sound sinks straight through me, settling low in my stomach, hot and heavy.“Logan,” I breathe against his lips, not sure if it’s a plea or a wa
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