“He smiled at me. “Have a good time.” “Thank you.” The music was definitely working, I thought as I started to shut the door.“Don’t get laid,” he added.”

“He leaned in. “Kiss me, one last time.” I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time, I kept my eyes open.When he pulled back, Logan passed his hand over my hair. “Don’t forget me, okay?”

“My pulse sped up at the thought of him and Becca wet and nearly naked."Nothing happened beyond a bit of soaking." He tilted his head. "Well, no' between us. Some of the others, I could tell you stories.""Stories about who?""Ah no, you won't get that for free. You have to be nice to me for two minutes straight.""I am nice to you.""I mean, really nice." He nudged my knee with his foot."Father Christmas might call it naughty, but he's a filthy old bugger.”

“Hey, it’s not like I was saving myself for the day you had a body again, so don’t get excited.” “Too late.” He curved his fingers around my jaw and kissed me, hard enough to turn my limbs to liquid fire.”

“Daytimers. Sunnysides. What do you call us behind our backs?""Dinner."This shuts me up until we reach my door.”

“My heart pounded when its counterpart thumped beneath his skin. “How?”“I don’t care,” he said, and kissed me.”

“Somehow you always stayed quiet.” He laid his hands beside each of mine, so that if he’d been solid, I would’ve been pinned between his body and the dresser. “Remember?”