His Trouble Maker

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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just…did everything

legs tense like I might bolt even though there’s nowhere

watching me like he’s

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

I snap. “That’s the

He blinks.

“…I’m the control group.”

“Exactly.”

a laugh

“Who messed you

look away. “So you won’t

“Jess.”

that deep,” I mutter, heat crawling up my neck. “It’s a five–second thing.

me is gonna undo something someone

“It might.”

“Is this about Grayson?”

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

that’s all it

furrowed like I

hell did

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head, laugh- ugly, bitter, sharp

he

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

“Logan-”

He’s pacing now. Hands on his hips. Turning in a full circle like the information is

my face. “It wasn’t

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literally no version of that sentence that’s

“I know.”

still staring at me. Still

he says it – like I’m the crazy one here – like I’m the villain in

“You wouldn’t?”

His whole body recoils.

“ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.”

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

many women in this pack would pay to be ruined by Grayson Westwood? There’d be

“Gross.”

“True.”

like this is hands–down the most unhinged