“He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.”
“He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.”
“Every time I pass him he gives me the excommunication stare.”
“Are you OK?" I asked."I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.”
“He stared at her. "How do chicks do that?" "We have uteruses- they give us magic color sense.”
“Mine,” he whispered against my mouth. He kissed me again. “You are mine.” In the shadows I stared into the eyes of a vampire, grazed his mouth with my finger. “No, you‟re mine.”