Chapter 66

Layla’s POV

“Logan?” I asked when there was no response.

“Yeah?” The huskiness in his tone made me straighten and turn to look at him.

My breath caught. He was standing tall in front of me, his hands resting on the table next to the wall, watching me with hooded eyes. That lingering, intense, and measuring look caused my pulse to quicken.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Um…” I had to search my brain for my thoughts. Oh right. Dinner. “Did you have dinner yet?”

His pink tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “Yeah.” He paused, then said, “But I feel like eating.”

I held on to the flower glass for support. My knees suddenly felt weak. “I-I will make you something to eat. What would you like?”

He shook his head no, but his eyes told me everything he wanted. And then…

“I would really like,” he said, his voice low, “To eat you.”

My eyes widened, breaths coming in pants as my heart thudded against my chest. He made a m