Amelia’s POV

Logan’s body was resting against mine as we moved in slow rhythm. Every shift of the music made my thigh brush against his. My mind was doing a thousand flips, and my body… well, my body wasn’t exactly helping.

Was I ovulating? Because I swear I wanted him right here, right now.

He pulled me closer suddenly, and a soft chuckle escaped me.

“Composure, Mr. Logan… people are watching,” I whispered against his shoulder.

“Since when did you care about them?” His ...