Reckless Secrets by Gina Robinson Page B

keeping up as he charged us through enemy lines and the thick of the fighting.
    The two fighting sides lobbed snowballs back and forth. Greeks fighting Geeds. People fighting whomever. Logan pulled me through the thick of it, shielding me with his body and tray, firing back at the worst offenders. His aim was deadly accurate, or would have been if he'd been throwing something with more punch, like a ball of ice.
    He pulled me between the trees and up past the edge of Greek Row toward my dorm, which sat on the line between Greeks and Geeds.  
    As my door came into sight, Logan yelled, "Get your key out, El." He dropped my hand so I could reach into my pocket and still keep my head covered.
    I managed to find my key just as we reached the slippery, icy front steps of my dorm. Logan took it from me, pulled me up the steps, slid the key into the door, and like a magician, whisked us into the safety of the foyer. A snowball flew in through the door just before it closed, smashing against the wall behind Logan and exploding to snow on us inside.
    I was breathing hard.  
    Logan's eyes shone with excitement. "We did it!"
    "My hero!" I laughed and put one hand over my heart.
    Logan took the tray out of my other hand and dropped it and mine on the floor next to us. He bent at the knees to level our heights and pulled me into him so his crotch rubbed against mine until I could feel his excitement and an ache and a longing coursed through me. I wanted him, bad.
    As I gulped for air, he kissed me. Deeply, holding the back of my head so there was no escaping his passion. I was so out of breath, I was lightheaded. And yet it was the most erotic thing, being kissed almost literally breathless. Every sensation was heightened. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck. And then, just as I thought it was really possible I could faint, he pulled away, smiling, that look of exhilaration still lighting his eyes.
    "Shit, El," he said, like a caress.
    "Yeah." I stared into his eyes. He wanted to go out and join the fight. It was written on his face.  
    His phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket. "Collin and Zave are on their way. They got wind of the fight." He was asking my permission.
    "This snowball fight is strictly against university policy?" I asked.
    "Yeah." He looked so adorable, my outlaw.
    "Go, Butch Cassidy," I said.
    He grinned. "I thought I was the Sundance Kid." He texted Collin back, leaned down, picked up our trays, and handed them to me. "Hold my tray for me."
    "You don't need battle armor?"
    His grin grew. I didn't even think that was possible. "You're right on the battle line. Stay in your room and keep the lights off. Keep away from the windows. This could get ugly." He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and was out the door before I could respond.
    "Logan!" I called after him, but he took off at a run into the heart of the snowstorm and battle.
    What had I just given him permission to do? And how right was Jason about Logan?

Chapter Eight
     
    I followed the snowball battle in real time on Twitter. I mostly huddled against the wall away from the window with Bre on her bed, jumping up from time to time to peek out the window and watch the battle lines. The crowd surged one direction toward the dorms. Then back again toward Greek Row as the other side gained strength. The campus police finally broke it up in the early hours of the morning. Twitter was how I knew about the fistfights that broke out, the four windows in my dorm that were broken, and a rough number of arrests that were made. There was much more damage than that, but I didn't care about it, only that Logan got home safely. An hour in, as Bre and I watched the fight, a snowball hit our window so hard I was sure the window would shatter. I texted Logan frantically for an update, like was he still in one piece?
    Around two, I finally got a text from him. Home. Best all-campus snowball fight ever.
    I texted back. No more black eyes?
    He replied. Ha ha. These