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.

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everything else

I might bolt even though there’s nowhere

watching me like he’s piecing

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like that,” he says, half–laughing,

I snap. “That’s the

He blinks.

“…I’m the control group.”

“Exactly.”

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

he mutters. “Who messed

“So you

“Jess.”

crawling up my neck.

kissing me is gonna undo

“It might.”

“Is this about Grayson?”

snaps up. “It’s not-“I cut myself off, biting the

freezes and that’s

softer now. Brow furrowed like I just

What the hell

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head, laugh- ugly, bitter, sharp at

he

literally drops it.

“Logan-”

hips. Turning in a full circle like the information is physically too much for his body to handle. “Grayson Westwood–Alpha Asshole himself—looked you in the eye

hand down my

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version of that sentence that’s

“I know.”

at me. Still horrified. “And

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

“You wouldn’t?”

His whole body recoils.

“ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.”

fully scandalized – walking away from me like he needs five feet of space just to survive that

know how many women in this pack would pay to be ruined by Grayson

“Gross.”

“True.”

this is hands–down the most unhinged conversation

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