“Only for a minute. Come on, wake up. I found some antiseptic wipes and some paracetamol.”
Cole laughed, couldn’t help it. “He pointed at his bad shoulder. Pretty sure they’re not gonna cut it.”
But Logan was already peeling back the blanket and unbuttoning his shirt. “It’s better than nothing.”
“Fuck, it’s cold.” Cole tried to reach for the blanket, but Logan tsked him and gently set his hand in his lap.
“Just hold still. I’ll be as quick as I can, and then you can sleep.”
Cole hissed as Logan eased his shirt off and started to unwrap the crude bandage he’d fashioned back at the house. “Ouch.”
“Sorry.” He set the soiled towel and ripped up shirt on the ground and Cole stared at it, morbidly fascinated. He’d bled a lot by the looks of it. “Is it still bleeding now?” He couldn’t bring himself to look at the wound.
“A little.” The tearing of paper sounded. “This might sting though.”
“Ow!” Cole grit his teeth as Logan swabbed at his shoulder. True to his word, he worked quick, but it felt like ages anyway.
“Done.” Logan sat back on his knees and reached into his pocket. “I found these too.” He held up some cotton pad type things and a roll of bandage. “I think the bandage is for a sprain or something, but it’ll be better than a ripped shirt.”
Cole sighed as Logan patched him up, grudgingly accepting that the first aid had been sort of useful after all. He held his hand out. “Can I have that paracetamol?”
Logan grinned. “I thought you said they weren’t gonna cut it?”
“Oh, fuck off and hand them over.”
Cole swallowed two down with a bit of the water and slipped the rest into his jeans pocket. When Logan wrapped the blanket back around him and stood, Cole frowned. “We’re not sleeping out here, are we?”
“Why not?” Logan held his arms out wide and turned around. “We’re unlikely to be disturbed out here, and if we are, I’ll spot them coming in plenty of time.”
“But we’re in a forest.”
“So?”
Cole looked out into the trees, squinting at the darkness. “There could be anything out there.”
“Such as?”
Fuck, he struggled to remember what he knew about The New Forest. “Snakes. Pretty sure there are adders around here.” Insects didn’t bother him, but snakes... he shuddered.
“I think you’re right.” Logan started to strip off his clothes. “But you’re forgetting one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m the most dangerous thing in these woods.”
He had a point, but Cole was distracted as Logan tossed his T-shirt over the back of the bike. Despite the throbbing pain in his shoulder and leg, Cole couldn’t help but admire the smooth planes of Logan’s body. Dark hair dusted his pecs and trailed in a line down to the top of his joggers. Cole licked his lips without thinking. “Why are you getting undressed?”
Logan smirked at him as he untied his joggers, as though he knew Cole’s train of thought was heading towards the gutter. “Because these are the only clothes I’ve got; I don’t want to ruin them.”
“What?” Cole still didn’t get it. Sleeping in their clothes might make them stink in the morning, but no way was he taking any of his off. “I know you lot run hot, but it’s a bit nippy for going starkers.” Despite the chill in the air, the thought of Logan naked sparked heat inside him, and Cole swallowed, trying to look away as Logan slid his joggers down over his thighs—his strong, muscular thighs, covered lightly with dark hair just like his chest.
Logan’s soft laughter drew his gaze upward, and he found Logan grinning down at him. “I’m taking them off so I don’t tear them when I shift.”
“Oh.”
Ooh.
I’m going to be alone with his wolf. Fuck.
