Logan:Lesson 1 was last night. You’ll always come on my tongue.
Logan:Though you can always ask for extra credit.
I bury my face in the cushion, torn between laughing and combusting.
Me:So the lessons are cumulative? They can be spread out?
Logan:Parnell. Stop.
Me:Stop what?
Logan:Making me picture you spread out on every flat surface you can name.
My toes curl against the fabric of the couch.
Me:Question #24: Do you like when girls talk during? Or should I shut up?
Logan:If you’re quiet, I’m doing something wrong.
I groan out loud, tossing the phone onto the cushion beside me, but my hand’s already reaching for it again.
Me:Noted.
Me:Also, I’m starting a Sexy Wishlist Jar. Writing down ideas and drawing one at random.
Logan:Jesus Christ.
Me:What? Hands-on learning. I’m thinking of doing some hands-on learning right now, actually
Logan:Lulu.
Me:Yes, Coach?
The reply doesn’t come, but I’m not bothered. I think I’ve flustered the guy enough to be thinking about the lessons idea.
Ten minutes later, the click of the front door has me bolting upright. Dusty barrels in, tags jingling, followed by Logan’s steady footsteps. I fumble my phone face-down on the cushion, cheeks blazing like I’ve just been caught red-handed.
He steps into the living room, jacket slung over his shoulder. His eyes sweep the room, then settle on me, curled up on hiscouch, pretending I wasn’t just texting him the most absurd shit just to get a reaction out of him.
“Studying?” he asks, nodding at the papers I’ve abandoned.
I clear my throat. “Extra credit.”
His brow lifts slowly as he sinks into an armchair. “Already looking for it?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, pulse jumping. “Maybe.”
Something hard tracks across his face. For a second, I think he’ll get up and walk away, shut this whole thing down. Instead, he crooks a finger, voice rough.
“C’mere.”
My breath stumbles. “What?”
“You heard me.” His eyes drag down my body, then back up. “Climb on. Unless you’re not as needy as you sound.”
Heat skitters down my spine. “You’re serious.”
“You want extra credit?” His hand drums once on his thigh. “Come earn it.”
