His Trouble Maker

Chapter 18

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

like I might

watching me like he’s piecing it together

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don’t even like me like that,” he says, half–laughing, half–squinting at me like he’s

snap. “That’s

He blinks.

“…I’m the control group.”

“Exactly.”

for a beat longer, then huffs out a laugh

messed you

“So

“Jess.”

crawling up my neck.

think kissing me is gonna

“It might.”

“Is this about Grayson?”

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

freezes and that’s all it

is,” he says, softer now. Brow furrowed like I just told him

What the hell did

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head, laugh- ugly, bitter, sharp at

he wants to

his banana, literally drops it. “HOLY SHIT. HE SAID

“Logan-”

up-” He’s pacing now. Hands on his 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 and SAID that to

wasn’t-“I scrub a hand down my face. “It

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version of that sentence that’s

“I know.”

shit.” He’s still staring at me.

crazy one here – like I’m the villain

“You wouldn’t?”

His whole body recoils.

“ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.”

– walking away from me like

this pack would pay to be ruined by Grayson

“Gross.”

“True.”

this is hands–down the most unhinged conversation he’s ever

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