Chapter 907

"I don't smell any alcohol." Logan leaned in close to Lisa, his face inches from hers, so close that they could feel each other breath. Her heart skipped a beat as she met his intense gaze. Her pupils widened, and she could feel her pulse pounding in her ears. "Now, can you smell it?" he asked, his voice low and husky. At such proximity, Lisa could only see his lips. For a moment, she was caught up in the sight of his lips, so inviting and soft. She couldn't help but think that they would be perfect for kissing. That wretched thought wormed its way back into her mind. As she breathed in, she detected a hint of sweet, intoxicating fragrance mixed with his scent and the alcohol. It was surprisingly alluring. Lisa's hands were still grasping the edge of the stove. She didn't dare open her mouth or even breathe too deeply. She was afraid that with the slightest movement, she would touch his lips. If it had been anyone else, she might have pushed them away and escaped. But this w