Gracious goodness!
Logan's face was drawing closer. His lips were descending toward hers!
Layla could feel her breathing stop.
She closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss.
Seconds passed.
When she finally opened her eyes, Logan's face was already far from hers.
He wore a smug look on his face.
Layla had never been this embarrassed in her life.
She felt like slapping herself.
No.
She felt like slapping that smug look right off his handsome face.
"Layla."
Logan called her name while snapping his fingers.
"You seem to be lost in your little world," he continued, grinning as he crossed his arms over his chest.
His chest.
Layla subconsciously licked her lips.
Darn it, Layla! Get a grip.
She scolded herself.
She really didn't know what was happening to her.
Gosh!
"Huh... you were saying?" Layla asked, recovering from her fantasies.
Why the hell did he act like he was going to kiss me? Why didn't I push him away?
She felt foolish.
