"Don't you think that deserves... a reward?"
Jean's eyes narrowed at Logan, cheeks already burning. "You make it sound like I asked you to win me a war."
He leaned in, their faces dangerously close… just inches apart. "You didn't. But I still did."
Jean bit her lip, her heart thudding wildly as she looked into his eyes… eyes that had once haunted her with arrogance, but now made her stomach flutter for a different reason entirely.
She tried to laugh it off. "What kind of reward are we talking about, Mr. Kingsley?"
Logan's lips brushed dangerously close to her cheek. "Look at me," he whispered, voice lower now. Rougher.
Jean hesitated.
But she did. She looked… and regretted it immediately, because she knew. She saw the fire in his gaze, the hunger behind the softness. The yearning.
And the unspoken question… Will you let me in this time?
