His loud booming voice was a complete contradiction to how quietly he entered the room. I jumped in my seat, not expecting him to be there. Or maybe I was just lost in my own thoughts.
He sat across from me at the dining table and opened his computer.
“It’s good we’re getting a head start on this, I have an exam in another class next week and that’s going to be a time suck for me this weekend,” Logan said.
His eyes were trained on the screen in front of him as he worked to pull up the assignment. It lit up his face, fresh from a shower, some droplets of water dripping from his still wet hair. He wore sweat shorts and a T-shirt. I hated I was aware of how formfitting both were on his body.
“Ava,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Are you planning on working tonight?” He gestured to my still closed computer.
Fuck. I hope he didn’t catch me checking out the veins on his forearms just then. And why was he acting like nothing had happened before?
“Yeah, sorry, I’m tired, it’s been a long day.”
And then he snorted. My head snapped up to see him laughing under his breath, the snicker plain on his face.
“What are you laughing at?” My words were sterner than they needed to be, but I didn’t need him going back to his old ways after the progress we’d made this morning.
“You’re tired, I get it, that’s all. You’ve exerted a lot of energy, I’m sure, in the past hour.”
He chuckled again. But as soon as he stopped, his look was serious. As if he regretted bringingitup.
“What makes you think it was only an hour?” I challenged.
He tried to hide the incredulous, yet impressed, look that came over him. He settled against the back of his chair, contemplating my words further.
“Nah.” He shook his head and went back to looking at his computer. “I saw the guy. He was a fast shooter.”
Well, Logan wasn’t wrong there. Thankfully the guy took care of me first. But there was no way I was divulging any of that.
“Whatever, dude,” I said. “Sounds like you might just be jealous. At least I got some.”
Instead of some snarky comeback, Logan remained quiet. Insanely quiet. So quiet it became uncomfortable that those were the last words said between us.
Was I wrong to have said that?
Oh no, did he think I thought he was jealous of Devon? And not that I’d had sex?
As an attempt to change the subject, I opened my laptop to move this back toward our project.
“Put any thought into what company you’d like to use for this?” I asked. Some of my ideas were ones college students frequently used, such as DoorDash, Chipotle, and even Uber. Turning my screen to face him, he saw my list.
He pondered them for a moment but shook his head before responding.
“I understand why you’d think going with one of those would make sense, but I think going with a more obscure company would be better. Then no one really knows too much about it. We have a greater chance at being more original with our ideas.”
Well, the blonde stud had a brain after all. I liked his idea, even though he didn’t suggest any companies. But the concept he described made sense. So why, when I answered him, did I not say that?
“You had to disagree with me, didn’t ya?” Whipping my arms across my chest, I sat back against my chair. There was venom in my voice.
But he didn’t bite. Rather, he closed his laptop and stood from the table.
“Where are you goin’?” I screeched.
His laptop went under his arm as he grabbed his water and phone. He proceeded to leave me alone sitting at the table.
