Free Fall (Roam Series, Book Two) by Kimberly Stedronsky

so sorry. My parents were out of line. Can I come in?”
    “Wait,” I sniffed, trying to contain the mascara trails on my cheeks. When I opened the door, he moved into the small space, closing the door behind him.
    “I know that was too much, I’m sorry. I’ve heard it all for months, so I guess I’m used to it.”
    “For months, Logan. Months . It’s been two days since we started speaking again.”
    “We’re best friends. Time doesn’t matter.”
    “Circumstances do. I was alone, so alone, and it’s been the hardest… time since my mom…,” my voice broke.
    “W e’ll find him.” He cupped my face in his hands, locking eyes with me. I took a deep breath.
    “I don’t know if you want to find him, Logan.”
    He took a step toward me, and I flattened against the wall between the toilet and the shower.
    “I don’t know if I do, either.” The hum of the exhaust fan masked my erratic breathing. His mouth lingered near mine, his hands diving into my hair from the back of my neck. “Will you kiss me?”
    I shook my head, trying to move back, but he followed. “No.”
    “Please,” his fingertips traced the line of my jaw, and involuntarily I leaned against his touch, closing my eyes.
    “ No ,” I repeated, my airy words betraying my body’s natural reaction to Logan’s hands. His fingers ran down my arms, stopping at my wrists.
    “You want to.”
    Trying to swallow, my throat resisted. “ Stop it, Rush, ” I pleaded.
    He tugged me to him suddenly, forcing his lips on mine. I cried into his mouth, bracing my hands on his chest. Crushed between him and the bathroom wall, I had nowhere to move but into him. I want to move into him. The realization was devastating; I fought the way my body remembered being touched, and kissed, and adored.
    “I can’t do this to West…, ” I begged against his mouth.
    “ You did this to me ,” he rowed.
    A knock startled us both. “Are you okay, sweetie?” Carol, through the door.
    “Yes,” my voice cracked. I slipped out of Logan’s grasp, reaching for the door. He stopped me, grabbing my hand. “Logan…,”
    “Tell me you love me, too,” his voice strained; every part of his eyes told me that he needed me to respond.
    “I…,” my breath caught; a series of tiny, pulling sensations erupted in my abdomen. Gripping my dress, I covered my stomach and looked down.
    “What’s wrong?” Logan reached for me. “Are you sick?”
    “No, I…,” I lifted my eyes to his. “I think… it’s moving…,”
    His hands slid over mine as he widened his eyes excitedly. “Really? Can I feel it?”
    “I don’t think so… it feels so deep inside, and she’s really so small yet,” I murmured, holding my breath and waiting for the next tugging flutter. Nothing .
    “She?”
    I shrugged, sighing. “Or he.”
    We were silent for long moments, his fingers still covering mine. West was so far away, in another place and time, and I had no idea if I’d ever find him… or if Troy would find me first if I tried. I need him here… I need him.
    “ I can tell when you’re thinking about him.” Logan reached past me for the door handle, his gaze still locked in mine. “You forget to breathe.”
    He opened the door suddenly, moving past me and into the kitchen. I exhaled, realizing that he was right.
    That evening, we went to my house bearing leftovers for my dad. Morgan was sound asleep after shopping all evening to get a jump on the Friday deals. Logan’s mood had turned chilly after our talk in the bathroom. When he parked himself next to my dad on the couch and slipped into a turkey/ football coma, I decided a nap was the most appealing idea I could think of. Sometime around nine, Logan’s phone ringing from downstairs woke me. After a few minutes, I heard him come in my room and kneel by my bed.
    I opened my eyes, a sense of urgency taking over. “Bank, safety deposit box, pack and go,” I listed for the next morning. He shrugged.
    “Okay. I’m going to