You’ll sit on whatever I tell you to.
Now that sounds like a distraction. You won’t get any painting done.
Logan
Maybe not on my canvas.
I bite my lip while texting him back. Texting him is a good distraction for me.
Between all the palm prints and teeth marks you left last time, I’m not sure there’s any room left on this canvas for any of your “paint.”
Logan
Some of my best work.
You’re making me blush.
Logan
Looks like there was room for pink.
The house settles, causing a shelf in my closet to pop, and I jump. Odin jerks to attention, releasing a loud threatening bark. My pulse climbs higher and my fingers fly across the screen.
I just want to watch you paint. Please?
Logan
If you come over, you’re not just watching.
I jump out of bed and stuff clothes into an overnight bag. Just in case. The sounds of this empty house are making me paranoid, and I’m not keen on returning. Fuck those boundaries, at least for tonight. I keep up the flirty banter, partially to keep my thoughts occupied.
I can pose for you. Put me in whatever position you like.
Logan
Careful.
Or what?
Logan
Or you’ll end up more purple than pink tonight, sweetheart.
I’ve always thought purple brought out my eyes.
Logan
Pack a bag.
I don’t need to stay the night.
I have to at least pretend that’s not my objective.
Logan
Pack a bag.
As soon as I enter his house and lock the door behind me, all the tension and dread slips away. I’m finally safe. I sag against the door and exhale, taking a few steadying breaths. Nothing can get me here.
