"I know, I'm a gem," he retorted. "Anyway, they had some of those apple fritters you like, fresh made, so I thought I'd bring some over."
"You don't have to do that," I said, something a bit like panic clutching at my chest.
"I know I don't have to, but I'm about five minutes away, so I figured I'd give you a heads up so you can be dressed when I get there."
Oh God.
"Dan, you don't--"
"I'll see you soon!" he said, cutting me off and then hanging up.
As soon as the line went dead, I dropped my phone onto the couch and ran for my bedroom.
"Logan!" I shouted. "Logan, get up."
He groaned, rolling over and pulling a pillow over his head. I wasn't having any of that. We didn't have time.
"No you don't," I said, grabbing the pillow away from him and hitting him with it. "You have to get up and get out. Right now."
"Elise, it's fucking early," he grumbled, voice gravelly with sleep. "Can you have your 'oh no, we shouldn't have fucked' crisis at a more reasonable hour?"
"Sure," I snapped. "I'll have it right after Dan leaves."
"Perfect," he said and then paused. "Wait, what?"
"Dan is on his way over here right now."
That at least got him to sit up, eyes wide. I was definitely not looking at how surprisingly cute he was in the morning, with his tousled bed head and sleepy eyes. "Why is he coming over here?"
"Because he's Dan, and he wants to bring me frigging apple fritters. He's literally less than five minutes away. You have to go!"
That lit a fire under him, and he was up and out of bed in a second. "Where the fuck are my clothes?" he asked, hunting around for them.
"In the hallway. And the living room."
I blushed at the memory of last night one more time, and then went to throw on clothes myself, hoping that by some miracle, there would be traffic on Dan's way in and he would be delayed enough that it would give Logan time to get out.
But it was before nine on a Saturday. Luck was not with me in that regard.
Logan made it as far as the living room, hopping on one foot to put on his shoe, when there was a knock on the door.
We both looked at each other with wide eyes. "You could hide in the bedroom," I hissed at him. "Or go out a window?"
"You live on the fourth floor," he hissed back. "Just get the door."
"But--"
"Get the door!" he snapped, dragging fingers through his hair to make it lay down.
I had no idea what he had planned, but if he did anything to make things awkward with Dan, I was going to destroy him. Letting out a breath, I went to the door and opened it.
"Hey, Dan," I said, smiling and trying to appear like everything was normal.
"Morning," he replied, grinning back. "Now, normally I would feel bad about making you get dressed and be social this early on a Saturday, but the apple fritters had literally just come out of the fryer when I got there, and I didn't want you to miss out."
"That's really nice of you," I said.
"Are you going to let me in?" he asked, looking amused.
