She shuddered—from his feather-light touch or his threatening words, she couldn’t say. Her head fell back as he dipped toward the column of her neck, a lamb readily offering her throat to a wolf, when her phone went off.
They both froze, turning toward the sound.
Wriggling out from under him—only capable of doing so at his mercy—she dragged herself to the edge of the bed and snatched her phone off Logan’s nightstand. She yelped when Sam palmed her bare ass hard.
Heat flooded between her legs, only to be doused as she read the text on her phone.
Morning baby. Miss you like crazy. I’ll be home tonight. We have a lot of… catching up to do ;)
Sam leaned forward, reading over her shoulder.
“Forget what I said before.” He notched his chin against her shoulder. “I will still happily kill him. Tell me I can. Please?”
She shrugged him off, sliding off the bed.
“No,” she said tersely, even as a tiny, vicious part of her was crowingyes. “Don’t joke like that.”
He flopped onto his stomach, bracing his chin in one hand. “I wasn’t joking.”
Of course, he wasn’t.
“No murder,” she barked, pointing at him. “Ever!”
He frowned, slumping down onto the bed so his chin rested on his crossed arms as he sulked. It was a wonder someone as massive and muscled as he could pout so effectively.
“Ever?” he echoed with disgust.
Her phone dinged again, vibrating in her hand.
Everything okay babe?
Oh, so now he was worried about her?
She scoffed, knuckles whitening around the phone as she battled the urge to throw it. It was Logan she wanted to throw across the room. Her gaze slid sidelong at Sam, who was still wallowing.
No, she chided herself.Don’t even.
Sighing, she unlocked her phone, opening the message thread. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a long time as a thousand hateful replies raced through her mind. But this wasn’t how she wanted to confront him. It would be too easy for him. One awkward text conversation would be all that he faced, and then he’d probably send Brandon to pick up all his crap in a shoebox.
That wasn’t good enough for wasting two years of her life.
She bit her bottom lip, allowing her anger to type out what she sent back.
Yeah, everything’s great! I’ve had some time to think, and I want to do it. You know, what we talked about before? I think it’s a good idea
The uncertainty hit her before she finished pressing send.
Three dots popped up on the screen, then vanished. Popped up. Vanished.
He was at a loss for words, apparently.
Wow. Ok, baby. We can definitely talk about it
Her eye twitched. Now he wanted to talk? Was he getting cold feet about it? What, he didn’t like the idea of sharing his partner? Asshole.
No more talking! I don’t want to get in my head. Let’s just go for it! See you tonight ;)
With that, she threw her phone on the bed next to Sam, blowing out the breath she’d been holding. Pressing both hands to her forehead, she stared into space.
