LOGAN

She leaned closer, her head tilted as she stood on her toes, she placed a kiss on my lips.

“Ava?” I called, my voice hoarse. “You’re not ready for this.”

“Please, it's hot.” She whispered, her eyes filled with burning desire.

“I hope you don't regret this later.” I said, claiming her lips. It was slow, tender yet filled with desire. Our tongues fighting for dominance but she gave up as I nibbles on her lower lips, savouring the taste of alcohol that lingered on her ...