Chapter 125

Haley's POV: Logan’s shadow fell over me before I even saw him. I felt the familiar heat of his presence before I heard him speak. Warm hands slid around my waist, firm but gentle, pulling me back until I was pressed against the solid wall of his chest. His cologne — that faint mix of cedar and something darker — curled through my senses, and I had to steady my breath. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, eyes flicking between me and my team. I didn’t have time to answer because, without warning, he tilted my chin up and kissed me. Not a polite peck. Not a quick brush. This was a claim. His mouth moved against mine with a slow, deliberate pressure that made my toes curl in my heels. His lips were warm, coaxing, yet demanding, tasting faintly of the wine he’d been drinking. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to kiss me like this — and he was going to use every second. When he deepened it, his hand slid up my b