#Chapter 141: Longing Looks And Touches

“Hazel…?” Logan said, breathlessly, as he closed the distance between the two of us. “It’s me,” I said, as a joke. Neither of us laughed. I was on the edge of a knife, waiting for a reaction, good or bad. Just let it be over with. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Logan, if –” “You look so beautiful.” I straightened slightly, startled. His gaze slowly lowered, taking in the full sight of me. “I have half a mind to take you home right now, and keep you to myself. None of these assholes deserve to see you like this…” I wasn’t entirely against the just going home plan, even with my previous hopes of revenge. “But I suspect this dress isn’t just for me,” Logan began. He smiled a little. “This is a dress that wants to be seen.” Stepping closer, he lowered his voice. “But make no mistake, you are mine, Hazel Whitaker. These men can lust after you, and the women can envy your body. But when that is done…” Logan slowly reached up. Ever so gently, he traced his fingertips across my sh