I have a rule.

Whatever first thing I do whatever line I cross – it’s going to be with my mate.

I promised myself – a long, long time ago that if anyone was going to get that part of me, if anyone was going to wreck

me so bad I couldn’t crawl away from it later…

It was going to be the person the Moon Goddess chose for me.

Someone worthy. Someone fated and I’m pretty sure it’s not Grayson Westwood.

“Logan.” He pauses mid–chew, a banana halfway to his mouth, legs swinging off the back of his truck bed. I actually ask

him to skip class for me.

“Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

He chokes so violently he nearly falls off the tailgate.

“I’m sorry–what?”

“Just once,” I say, already regretting it, already spiraling. “Quick. Nothing weird.”

“You want me to–are you-” He blinks. “Jess. Are you fucking serious right now?”

Logan’s cute. Objectively. We’ve been friends since forever. He is safe. Harmless.

I shift, swinging my legs down from the truck bed and standing, brushing imaginary dirt off my jeans like it’ll help.

“It’s not a big deal,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes. “We’ll forget it even happened.”

“You seriously want me to kiss you?” His brows pull together. “Did something happen, Jess?”

I force a laugh. “Nothing happened.”

He gives me a look.

Dry. Flat. Oldest–friend–who–knows–better kind of look.

“Jess.”

“Nothing happened,” I say again, sharper this time. “Not that kind of happened.”

Which is technically true.

Grayson didn’t kiss me.

1/4

12:44 Wed, 30 Jul GI

Chapter 18

just…did everything

arms, legs tense like I might

me like he’s piecing

*

like that,” he says, half–laughing, half–squinting at me like he’s

I snap. “That’s the

He blinks.

“…I’m the control group.”

“Exactly.”

me for a beat longer, then huffs out a laugh – low, a little bit

mutters. “Who messed you

away. “So you won’t kiss

“Jess.”

crawling up my

me is gonna undo something someone

“It might.”

“Is this about Grayson?”

not-“I cut myself off, biting the inside of my

and that’s

he says, softer now. Brow furrowed

the hell

71%

+28

ugly, bitter, sharp at the

told me he wants to

banana, literally drops it. “HOLY

“Logan-”

like the information is physically too much for his body to

scrub a hand down my face. “It wasn’t

2/4

་་པ་

7

+29)

Chapter 18

literally no version

“I know.”

at me. Still horrified.

– like I’m the crazy one here – like I’m the villain in this story –

“You wouldn’t?”

His whole body recoils.

“ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.”

his arms out – fully scandalized – walking away from me like he needs five feet

many women in this pack

“Gross.”

“True.”

back, still pacing, shaking his head like this is

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255