One that made me forget what I was supposed to be fighting for. One that made me forget the danger and the risk and what was at stake.
One that made me sigh and press my face into his chest when he began to lead me in a gentle, slow sway.
We danced at half the beat of the music that played.
Like the song belonged to us.
This moment in time carved out for what might have been.
“Aster.” Logan muttered it like praise at the side of my head where he had his nose buried in my hair. “Never in a million years would I have thought two weeks ago that on my birthday I’d be given a gift such as this. Never thought I’d get to hold you again. Never thought I’d get to touch you again.”
“It’s not a gift, Logan, it’s a burden.”
He edged back to gaze down at me. “No, Little Star. Don’t you get it? You are worth fighting for.”
My heart banged.
The energy crackled.
The people around us began to blur as Logan and I sank into each other.
The world faded, and the only thing I was aware of was the thunder of his heart and the erratic pound of mine. The feel of our bodies pressed tightly together.
His lips gently brushed my cheek, hit the edge of my eye, and ran up to my temple.
My fingers curled into his shirt.
“Aster.”
It was a call.
A claim.
We’d drifted, slowly moving across the room. The sounds of the party quieted the barest fraction, the same as the lights.
I almost had to blink to orient myself to the fact that Logan had pulled me into a hall that ran off to the far side of the living room.
I hadn’t even noticed he’d lifted me off my feet until I realized my toes were barely grazing the floor where he had pulled me into the darkness.
It was in the darkness where my love for him endured.
Words I would never say.
But the truth of it screamed through my veins.
He pressed my weight to the wall.
His big body towered, eclipsing reason, sight and judgement and prudent thought.
There, it was only the feel of his hands that slipped down my arms and the harsh pants that jutted from his lungs.
“You’re going to ruin me.” Logan raked it like a curse, and he suddenly pinned my arms above my head.
I didn’t care.
I just felt.
Whimpering, my hips bucked toward him.