Moira's POV

Logan's lips crash against mine, hot and demanding, his hands gripping my hips as I straddle him on the bed. My fingers knot in his long hair, yanking hard, and he growls into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. My body's a live wire, sparking with need, but a sharp pang of guilt cuts through the haze. 'This is wrong.' Lucas's face flashes in my mind—his reckless grin, his light brown eyes, the secret he kept about Lila. The betrayal stings, raw and ...