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upturned face, searching every
feature, his strange silvery eyes glowing like the eyes of some beautiful
hunting creature, and then he smiled, his hand lifting caress her cheek in a
tender gesture that seemed to torn from him
    ‘Abigail,’
he said softly. ‘Beautiful Abigail with hair like a black-bird’s wing and eyes
like emeralds.’
    She
didn’t blush at such softly spoken words although normally she would have been
utterly confused. Instead something sweet and exciting burst inside her, curling
around, flooding her whole body with delight. Her breath seemed to have left
her and she tried to regain it with a shaken sigh. His eyes narrowed on her and
he took one trembling hand in his, bringing it to his chest and holding it
there against the steady beat of his heart
    Neither
of them was smiling now. They seemed to be incapable of looking away from each
other, until Logan brought her closer, his face against her hair.
    ‘Shall we
go?’ he asked quietly, and all Abigail could do was nod. Words were beyond her.
Something had happened to her that had never happened before. Every-ending was
tingling, her heartbeats threatened to choke her and as she walked from the
floor and left the restaurant with Logan’s arm around her waist she shivered
with reaction.
     
    He took her hand, walking
beside her to his car with the same smooth animal grace she had been noticing
since she had first seen him. He was miles beyond her reach, light years above
her and tears came into her eyes, hot and burning. It wasn’t fair. There would
never be anyone like Logan again, ever. He would tire of seeing her.  What
could he possibly want with an immature nineteen-year-old? There must be women
lining up to go out with him-hundreds of women.
    In the
car, Logan turned to look at her and she quickly looked away, hiding her face,
afraid that he would see the stupid tears that hadn’t left her shining eyes. He
tilted her small chin and turned her to face him and when she refused to look
at him his lips brushed hers softly as he lean across to her
    It was
gentle, experimental, hardly a kiss at all, but she grasped with the shock of
it, trembling violently, and he brought her towards him, his lips teasing the
side of her mouth before he pulled her fully into his arms and kissed her
deeply. His lips were hard, warm, instantly insistent and his whole body tensed
with shock as he felt her response It was inevitable, unavoidable Pure sexual
pleasure raced through Abigail for the first time in her life and Logan
gathered her closer, his arms imprisoning her  as she tilted her face willingly
and innocently.
    The kiss
seemed to go on for ages but actually it was no more than a few seconds and
then Logan drew away, releasing her and sitting back, his eyes closed as he
fought to control the breathing that was ragged in his throat. Abigail was shaking uncontrollably and he looked across at her, taking her
hand and squeezing it in his almost cruelly.
    ‘I’ll take you home,’ he
offered thickly, but she shook her head.
     
    ‘I—I have
my car.’
    ‘You’re
not fit to drive, Abigail. I’ll take you.’
    ‘It’s a
long way and—and, in any case, if my car is here then I’ll not be able...
Tomorrow is Sunday... if you want to see me—’
    ‘You know
I want to see you,’ he told her huskily.‘You’ll come on the train.
I’ll be waiting for you at station. Ten o’clock. We’ll have the whole day.’
    ‘I’ll
tell you where I live,’ she began, delirious with joy that he still wanted to
see her even after he had kiss her, but Logan simply started the car and didn’t
look her.
    ‘I know
where you live.’ She didn’t question that Logan knew everything, he was
perfection. She worshipped him.
    At her
door he didn’t kiss her again and Abigail was glad. If he had done she would
not have been able to make her legs walk inside.
    ‘Tomorrow,
early,’ he ordered as he lifted her hand to his lips. ‘I’ll be