Fun of a Lifetime
Maybe Michael had given him some weird childhood illness.
One that makes you stare at a woman’s breasts, at-tack her, then turn into Wordsworth? Keats?
“Logan, you don’t have to apologize. I mean, I did kiss, that is, it wasn’t all one-sided…”
Now she nibbled on her bottom lip, God help him. “I think it’s safe to say that I instigated it, Angel,
and I’m sorry. Is there any chance we could move be-yond this?”
She licked her lips again. She was trying to kill him. She had to be. No one could be that unconsciously sexy. “Yes. Let’s. I mean, after all, it is Michael’s birthday.
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