A Demon's Kiss (Young Adult Romance) Read Online Free Page B

lame. Neither Gage nor Logan liked me, obviously. I mean, they both had girlfriends—that weren’t me. I was just this big dork clinging to ridiculous fantasies and Izzie was hopeless; she was fueling the crazy flame. “Look Izzie, I really want you to drop it, seriously. He’s a flirt, that’s all. And he hasn’t even talked to me since that night.”
    “Well,” she stretched, metaphorically, “maybe he’s shy.”
    I gave her my furrowed brow look. “Trust me, he’s not shy.”
    Izzie seemed to agree, but she didn’t give up. “Well, he’s a mysterious guy, weirdly so, but you have to admit, he is showing a lot of interest in you.”
    I couldn’t argue with that. So I didn’t even try. Instead, I went back to working on my paper. It was late and I was tired. I wanted to go home, but of course I’d put off the assignment until the last moment. At this rate, I was going to be working on it all night. And I couldn’t just get the information off the Internet like I usually do. Mr. Bradshaw insisted we do the work the old fashioned way, gleaning at least a fourth of our work from an actual encyclopedia.
    “I need to go upstairs and use the copier,” I told Izzie. “I’ll be right back.”
    I got on the elevator, shuffling through my notes. I yawned, checking my watch. I had forty-five minutes to write three more pages—but I was running out of research.
    I went through my notes again. The elevator stopped on level three, letting someone on, but I was too involved in my notes to notice who it was—until the person pushed a button, stopping the elevator between floors.
    “What the—?!”
    I looked up to discover the maniac was Logan. He pushed the button. Now he was standing over me. “You get really absorbed in your work,” he murmured, his face so close to mine it seemed as though we were going to kiss.
    My heart was suddenly pounding. It was embarrassing. I was certain he could hear it—probably the whole library could.
    I tried to come up with a clever answer, something sharp and brittle. But nothing came to mind. I might have said a clever, “Uh...” But I’m not sure.
    All I could concentrate on was his lips. They looked so soft and pink. I wondered what they would feel like against mine. Like Gage’s?
    “It’s an English assignment,” I murmured.
      Logan wet his lips, making them even more appealing.
    His face was even closer now. His lips were practically touching mine. “Do you know what you do to me?”
    The question was basically a kiss, his lips lightly touching mine, sending tingles through my body. What I do to him ?
    Logan drew his face even closer, wrapping his arms around me. My knees went weak and my mind went blank. I was putty...for a second.
    He slowly pressed me against the wall of the elevator, his eyes full of hunger. His chest rose and fell and then his mouth was on mine. But even as we kissed, filling me with enough passion to ignite the elevator, I couldn’t help remembering this week. All this week. Our conversation at Posh was the only one we ever had, ever. We never talked this whole week, at all. I would see him at school. He would stare. That was about it. Everything had gone back to normal...until tonight.
    But suddenly, I was doused with reality. It smacked me in the face, yelled, “Come on , Michaela! Get a grip!”
    I jumped away from him as though he was on fire. What was I doing?! What was he doing? Only moments earlier he had been sitting with Chloe, toying with her, the same way Seth had toyed with me. Well...okay, maybe it wasn’t the same. What Seth had done was malicious and mean. Purposely hurtful. But still, Logan was being wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
    Logan eyed the distance I’d put between us. He tilted his head, seeming frustrated that I managed to break his spell, that we weren’t still kissing.
    He cleared his throat, straightening his shirt. “Do you want to go get something to eat?”
    I backed away from him even further. “What