Chapter 142: What Kiss really Feels Like
"You look awful," she said, deadpan.
He glanced at her, one brow raising. "Thanks, sweetheart. Just what every man wants to hear."
She tilted her head with a teasing smirk. "I’m just saying... you look like a CEO who’s been through a war zone."
"Maybe I have," he said quietly, almost to himself.
She caught the shift in his tone but didn’t pry.
Then Logan turned toward her, a faint smirk curling on his lips. His voice dropped to that familiar, playful drawl.
"Maybe..." he leaned a little closer, "you should kiss my worries away."
Jean blinked at him, caught off guard... not by the words, but by the way he said it. Like a challenge. Like a dare wrapped in warmth.
She scoffed, quickly recovering her composure. "Maybe I should slap you instead. Would that work just as well?"
Logan chuckled low, leaning back again, but his eyes never left hers.
"Only if it comes with a kiss after."