Chapter 132 Chapter 131
Harper POV
By the time Logan and I reach the quiet side of campus, the noise from the Ice House is gone.
No music.
No shouting teammates.
Just the soft buzz of streetlights and the sound of our footsteps on the pavement.
Logan’s hand is still wrapped around mine.
Warm.
Steady.
Like he has no intention of letting go.
I glance sideways at him.
“You really just left your entire team’s celebration.”
“They’ll survive.”
“You’re the captain.”
“They’re drunk.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
Logan just grins.
“You worry too much.”
I shake my head.
“You don’t worry enough.”
He suddenly stops walking.
I almost run straight into him.
“What—”
The rest of the sentence disappears when Logan pulls me closer.
The warmth of his body hits me instantly.
My heart begins racing.
“Logan…”
“What?”
“You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“Standing too close.”
He leans down slightly, his voice dropping.
“I’m standing exactly where I want to.”
My breath catches.
“You’re impossible.”
“Yet you’re still here.”
That annoying logic again.
I roll my eyes but my hands drift to the front of his hoodie anyway.
“You are very confident tonight.”
“Winning does that.”
“And apparently it makes you reckless.”
His eyebrow lifts.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Leaving a party to walk around campus with a girl you’ve been confusing for months?”
Logan studies my face.
Then he says quietly,
“You’re not confusing.”
My heart stutters.
“You’ve been confusing me since middle school.”
I blink.
“That’s not fair.”
“It’s true.”
Before I can respond, he takes my hand again and pulls me toward a narrow path behind the academic buildings.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere private.”
My stomach flips.
“Logan Shaw…”
“That’s my name.”
“You’re dangerously smooth tonight.”
He laughs softly.
“You noticed.”
The path curves toward a small courtyard tucked behind one of the dorm buildings.
It’s quiet.
Empty.
A few dim lights glow against the brick walls.
A cool fall breeze moves through the trees.
Logan stops walking.
And turns toward me.
“Logan…” I say cautiously.
“What?”
“This place is not as private as you think it is.”
His hands slide to my waist.
Easy.
Natural.
“Relax.”
I glance around the courtyard.
“You dragged me into the middle of campus.”
“No one comes back here at night.”
“You don’t know that.”
Logan steps closer until my back brushes lightly against the brick wall.
“Trust me,” he murmurs.
My breath catches.
“You say that like I should.”
“You should.”
A cold gust of wind sweeps through the courtyard and I instinctively pull my sweater tighter.
“Okay,” I say, shivering slightly. “First of all, it’s freezing out here.”
Logan notices immediately.
His hands slide higher along my sides.
“I’ll keep you warm.”
The way he says it sends a spark straight down my spine.
“You’re very confident tonight.”
“Winning does that.”
“And apparently it makes you reckless.”
His mouth curves slowly.
“Oh?”
“Yes,” I say, gesturing around us. “Leaving a party, dragging me into a courtyard, and acting like this is a perfectly normal way to celebrate.”
Logan studies my face again.
“You came with me.”
That shuts me up.
Because he’s right.
I did.
His thumb brushes lightly along my side.
Slow.
Warm.
“You still worried about getting caught?” he murmurs.
“A little.”
Logan smiles.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
He leans closer.
“Makes it more interesting.”
Before I can argue with that logic—
He kisses me.
The kiss is soft at first.
Testing.
Then my fingers slide into his hair and suddenly it’s not soft anymore.
His hands pull me closer, the warmth of his body pressing against mine.
The cool night air disappears.
My heart is pounding.
Logan deepens the kiss slowly, like he has all the time in the world.
Then his mouth moves along my jaw.
Down to my neck.
“Logan…” I breathe.
“Yeah?”
“We are definitely going to get caught.”
He laughs quietly against my skin.
“No we’re not.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Trust me.”
His hands slide along my waist again, pulling me closer.
And suddenly the cold air doesn’t matter anymore.
My back presses against the brick wall as Logan kisses me again, deeper this time.
More certain.
The world narrows to just him.
His hands.
His mouth.
The heat building between us.
Then—
Footsteps echo faintly from the walkway nearby.
I freeze.
“Logan.”
“What?”
“Someone’s coming.”
He pauses, listening.
Voices drift faintly from the corner of the building.
Two students walking past the courtyard entrance.
Logan pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as we both stay perfectly still.
The footsteps pass.
The voices fade.
And suddenly we’re both laughing quietly.
“See?” he murmurs. “No one.”
“You’re terrible.”
“You’re still here.”
I shake my head, but my hands are still gripping his hoodie.
“Logan…”
“Yeah?”
“You are the worst influence.”
“Probably.”
His smile softens slightly as he looks at me.
Then he leans in again.
Kissing me slower this time.
Deeper.
Like neither of us is in a hurry anymore.
When he finally pulls back, his voice is quieter.
“You still cold?”
I shake my head slowly.
“No.”
He smiles.
“Good.”
Because judging by the way his hands slide along my waist again—
Logan Shaw fully intends to keep that promise.
And right now…
I’m not planning on stopping him.
Logan leans in to kiss me again, and this time the kiss is hungrier.
More urgent.
Like the space between us has been building all night and he’s finally done pretending it isn’t there.
His hand slides under the hem of my sweater, warm fingers brushing against my skin. The touch sends a shiver through me as his hands slowly move upward, like he’s trying to decide whether he’s allowed to take the sweater off.
“Logan…” I breathe, my voice barely steady. “What are we doing?”
His answer comes in a whisper, his lips brushing mine.
“Celebrating.”
Before I can argue with that logic, he lifts my sweater over my head and lets it fall somewhere behind us.
Cool air brushes across my skin and I laugh softly, still a little breathless.
“You said you were going to keep me warm,” I tease. “This isn’t helping.”
Logan’s mouth curves into a slow grin.
“Give me a second.”
His hands slide around my waist, pulling me closer so the warmth of his body presses against mine. The heat coming off him makes the cool fall air suddenly feel a lot less important.
His fingers trail slowly up my back, pausing for just a second before finding the clasp of my bra.
The moment stretches.
Like he’s giving me time to stop him.
I don’t.
“Still cold?” he murmurs.
“Not really,” I admit.
“Good.”
A moment later the clasp loosens and the straps slide down my shoulders.
Logan’s eyes darken slightly as he looks at me.
The way he’s looking at me sends heat rushing straight through my chest.
“Logan…” I whisper again, though this time it sounds less like a warning and more like an invitation.
His hands move to my waist again, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
The brick wall is cool against my back, but Logan’s body blocks most of the night air.
And suddenly I’m shivering.
But it’s definitely not from the cold anymore.
Logan leans down, his mouth brushing slowly along my neck before moving lower.
My fingers tighten in his hoodie as a quiet breath escapes me.
“Still celebrating?” I manage to tease.
His voice comes out lower this time.
“Oh, we’re just getting started.”
His hands move again, slow and confident, like he already knows exactly how this night is going to end.
And the way my body reacts makes it very clear I’m not planning on stopping him.