Lynn's POV:
The kiss starts slow—tentative almost, like we're both testing the waters of this new arrangement. But then Logan's hands slide into my hair, and everything ignites.
I melt into him, my hands fisting in his shirt as I pull him closer. His mouth moves against mine with practiced skill, his tongue sliding past my lips to taste me thoroughly.
When we finally break apart, both breathing hard, Logan's eyes have gone dark with desire.
"Compared to hooking up with strangers," I say breathlessly, "this feels safer. Better."
"Safer and better." Logan's smile is slow, wicked. "I can work with that."
He cups my face in his hands, thumbs stroking over my cheekbones. "I promise to respect your boundaries. We communicate. We're honest. And if either of us wants out, we say so."
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