She didn't know how to kiss.
She had stiffened at first… awkward, inexperienced, unsure where to tilt her head or how much pressure to apply. Her body responded before her brain could catch up. Her hands had stayed still while he kissed her like a man starved. And she... she liked it.
Too much.
What if Logan noticed? What if he realized how naive she was? Would he laugh? Would he pity her?
A flush of embarrassment crawled up her neck.
She didn't want him to know how broken she felt. How new this all still was.
But more than that… she didn't want him to stop.
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The clinking of dishes echoed through the luxurious open kitchen as morning sunlight bled through the curtains.
Jean stood by the sink, holding a glass of orange juice she hadn't even sipped from. Her eyes stayed glued to the marble counter, her mind... elsewhere.
She was still thinking about last night. Still feeling it.
