Page 37 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

"I told him I didn't," Peyton finally said. She wondered if Logan could hear her heart the way she could, revealing just how intense the moment between them really was. "It's not like you to share what's yours."

"And are you mine?"

Another lingering question Peyton couldn't answer outright. A question she wanted to answer but was afraid of the repercussions. Afraid to want to belong to him. Afraid if she did, her days would be numbered.

"I didn't want to come between the two of you," she mumbled. She was chicken shit and she knew it. She couldn't even look at him. Instead, her eyes were on her hands. They had a dull, dark shade to them - she was cold.

Logan was silent for a moment. Then: "I need to go."

No walking her to her door. No asking if she was okay. Somehow, she had ruined everything and she didn't even know how to fix it. If this could be fixed. If it was worth fixing.

So Peyton unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped into the pouring rain. She headed for the entrance and didn't bother to turn back to look at him. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Logan was already gone.