The thought that someone wanted my gift and was willing to kill for it? Nothing could've made me hungrier. I padded into my ultra-modern white and stainless steel kitchen, and grabbed some Cheez-Its from a cupboard.
I sat in a comfortable ergonomic chair, staring into space. The window above the sink let in soft, golden autumn light, but that did nothing to comfort me. I felt cold and airy inside, like I was preparing myself for something devastating.
Before I could think any further into that, there was a slight tap at my door. I strode over and unlocked it, looking around the door skeptically before opening it fully.
"L- Logan?"
Logan was standing in the hallway of my apartment complex, hands jammed in his pockets, a slightly sheepish look on his face.
"Hey, Annalise. I know you didn't ask for it, but you looked pretty shaken up when you came out of headquarters today... I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Sorry for intruding."
I shook my head, smiling kindly. "You're not intruding. In fact, I appreciate the company. I also think it's really sweet that you were worried enough to come here." At the last admission, I had to look down in embarrassment, dragging my toes in the beige carpet. The tension between us could have practically been cut with a knife, and I needed it to come to an end.
"Thank you for thinking of me," I said softly, then looked up. Logan's face was inches from mine, and I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.
Logan didn't even say anything, he just leaned his head towards mine.
In an instant, our lips were touching in a light, sweet kiss.
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TELEPATHY
FantasyThis super-secret agent is not just smart and talented- she's telepathic. But when the wrong people catch wind of what she can do, it's up to her, her wits, and others thoughts to keep everything from crashing down around her ears. Not to mention th...
