I licked my lips and watched his eyes follow the motion. "For a cup of tea or something?"
A little smile played around his mouth as he kept looking at me. "Sure. If that's what you want. Is that what you want?"
It was such an unfair question. I'd been doing so well at staying away from him and not making things awkward. But there was a reason I'd called him, beyond not wanting to deal with my brother. I had friends. I could have gotten a taxi home. But I'd called him.
And now, when the answer should have been ‘no, you can't come inside’, I was wavering hard. My night had been awful, and sex with Logan was anything but.
"No," I murmured back. "Well. Maybe a cup of tea after."
"After what?" he said, eyes still locked on mine.
"Park your car, and maybe you'll find out."
