Chapter 14
Elise
There wassomething hard and warm under my face when I woke up that morning, and I frowned, poking at it a bit with one finger, trying to work out the mystery of what had replaced my pillow without having to open my eyes.
It didn't go very well, my sleep sluggish brain struggling to make any connections, so I cracked an eye open and nearly catapulted myself out of bed when I realized it was a bare chest.
A bare male chest.
In my bed.
At—I squinted at the clock on the nightstand—eight forty-six in the morning on a Saturday.
The initial panic subsided as the memories came trickling back in. I'd gone on a crappy date. My car wouldn't start. I'd called Logan.
I wanted to groan at my own idiocy. What had I been thinking, calling him? There were any number of other people I could have called, but no. I'd had to go and make things more difficult than they needed to be.
The rest of the night was sort of a blur of sex and touching and teasing, but my body had that bone deep feeling of satisfaction that only really came from spending a good night having more orgasms than I could count.
And now Logan was asleep in my bed, snoring softly with one arm thrown around me. I'd been cuddled up to his chest, and while it was odd to wake up after sleeping on top of someone else, I couldn't deny it felt nice.
The closeness, the protectiveness of that arm around me, the simple fact that there had been someone else there with me when I woke up. It was all very nice.
Except for the fact that it was Logan, and this was definitely outside the bounds of a casual hook up.
He was sleeping so peacefully, it felt wrong to wake him up, but I couldn't just lay there now that I was awake. That felt weird. So carefully, I eased myself out of bed, trying not to wake him.
Logan was either a heavy sleeper, or he was exhausted from working because he didn't even stir. I pulled the covers back up around him and crept out of my room to the bathroom to wash up and put something on.
Walking out of the bathroom into the hall was like putting together the puzzle pieces of what had happened the night before. My underwear was strewn all through the hall, mixed in with pieces of Logan's outfit, too.
His hoodie was thrown over the couch, and his pants were in a crumpled heap right outside the bedroom.
We'd been so single minded in our desire for each other, groping and kissing and barely letting up as we made our way to the bedroom.
At the time, it had been hot as hell, but looking at it all in the light of morning, with some clarity and a good night's sleep behind me, I felt embarrassed.
For something I'd decided would never happen again, it sure had happened. Again, and again until we'd both just passed out in bed.
I put on coffee in the kitchen, pulling my bathrobe tighter around me.
Was I supposed to make him breakfast? He'd been nice enough the night before, but what if he woke up in his usual bad mood? We would probably argue, and then he'd storm out, and that would be that.
It was probably for the best, honestly. But at the same time, I couldn't deny that I didn't really want that to happen. I didn't know what I wanted to happen, really.
The sound of my phone ringing cut into my thoughts, and I followed the sound to the living room where I'd left my purse.
Dan was calling, and I considered ignoring him, but somehow that felt wrong.
"What's up?" I answered, smothering a yawn.
"Did I wake you up?" he asked.
"No, I was already up. It's just still early. What are you doing up before ten on a Saturday?"
He sighed. "Britt wanted to go to this farmer's market that opens at eight, but she woke up with a migraine, so I decided to go for her and get the stuff she wanted."
"Aww," I teased. "That's very sweet of you."
