Cal calls for a car as we walk through the lobby. When we’re outside he presses me up against a brick column, his chest heaving as he breathes. I don’t know how to describe the look in his eyes, except he seems like he’s starving, and I’m what he wants to eat.

”Do you know how sexy you are, Logan?” He brings a hand up and strokes my face and his touch sends sparks shooting through my body. I shiver and lick my lips. ”Oh, Logan,” ...