Content Warning: Explicit Content

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 ...