Artemisia

“Kiss? What kiss?”

“Don’t lie to me, Logan,” I say, trying to stay calm as his touch starts scorching my skin.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” he says with a chuckle, making my blood boil.

I pull my legs back, wanting to get away from him but he holds me in my spot.

Gulping, I look at him defiantly. “Let me go, Logan.”

“Not until we've talked this out,” he snarls, making my heart drop to my stomach.

“We can talk that through when I don’t ...