"Right now? No!" I said, rising to my feet. He stood with me.
"You told me you didn't know how to kiss, but that was a lie."
"It isn't. I just... went along with it."
"Exactly. You should have done the same with me. I was quite disappointed."
"Maybe I got too tired from babying you and forgot how," I murmured, moving to the dining room. He followed me.
"Is that why you decided to give my kiss to another?"
"Logan," I groaned, stopping to face him when we reached the dining room.
"What?" He murmured, looking at the tiled floor.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry it wasn't you. I'll make it up to you," I apologized. I'm afraid he'll keep dragging this out if I don't apologize. Logan can be a baby sometimes—or most times.
"You'll make it up to me?" He looked up, his expression brightening.
"Yes," I smiled.
"When? Now?" He came closer and reached for my lips, but I stopped him.
