They sat in Logan's truck, Grace curled in his lap, their breathing still uneven from their earlier make out session, Logan cupped her face and kissed her again—slow, deep, like he wanted to savor every second. His thumb brushed over her cheek, his other hand wrapped securely around her waist.
"I love you," he murmured against her lips.
Grace smiled, her fingers tracing his jaw, careful of the bruises. "I love you too, Johnny."
Logan kissed her again, lingering, pressing his forehead against hers. "I could sit here and kiss you all night."
Grace's hands wandered under his shirt, her nails lightly scratching over his skin, making his abs tense. "I love kissing you," she whispered, "but I want more."
Logan exhaled sharply, his grip on her hips tightening. "Baby..."
Grace tilted her hea
