“What time is it?” I asked.
Logan’s phone was playing the music so he found his easily.
“It’s one in the morning. Find your phone, we should charge them while we have power.” He reached down and grabbed a shirt from the floor, tossing it to me.
It was his.
As I pulled it over my head, his scent filled my nose. I don’t think he wore cologne, so it was his soap or deodorant. It smelled amazing. Clean, fresh, with a hint of pine.
He came to me and pulled me close, grabbing my ass.
“I like how you look in my shirt,” he growled in my ear.
My heart did a little flip. Because that meant that our night may not be over. Even though the mood seemed to change, he was trying to keep it on track.
I found my phone between the couch cushions and plugged it in on the kitchen counter. Logan was getting a glass of water and searching in the fridge. What a sight it was to watch him, bent over in his briefs. He had a tight round ass, definitely the kind that benefited from his time at the gym. I may have made fun of him going to the gym so much, but I wasn’t making fun of the body it gave him.
Not one bit.
“Hungry?” he asked.
I was, but not for food.
I wish I had the guts to say that to him. To be sexy like that.
He pulled grapes out of the bottom bin. Turning, he looked at me, almost as if waiting for my answer.
“Um, no, I’m good.”
As I plopped back on the couch, Logan followed with his grapes in a bowl, but he didn’t sit. Instead, he went to the wall, turning off the lights overhead. He also flipped off the television. The room was returned to the familiar dim glow with the flicker of the candles and the snowy light from the windows.
“I like that better, what about you?” he asked, returning to me.
Nodding, I pulled the blanket over me, suddenly chilly. He cuddled underneath with me, our feet and ankles entwining where they met in the middle of the couch. He popped a few grapes in his mouth, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips as he chewed. His mouth was magical, and what it did to my body? No guy had ever given me an orgasm quite like he had. My thoughts returned to how he made me feel only minutes ago. I felt the heat of the blush on my cheeks and was thankful for the dim light.
Logan put the bowl on the table and grabbed my ankle under the quilt. He pulled me to him, up and on his lap in one swift move, and I was suddenly straddling him. He pulled the blanket over my shoulders to keep me warm.
I had so many questions about this man. He had the strong body of someone older than his years, yet the eyes of a boy who had dealt with more than he should have. His bright blue eyes always had a hint of storm cloud in them, waiting on the horizon to drift over and bust open.
“Can I ask you something?” When I said that, my hands went to his chest, his hands to my hips. We held one another, as if our connection on our laps wasn’t enough.
“Sure, anything.”
Though I wondered if he would really tell me anything I wanted to know. We were just getting to know each other.
“You’re kinda young to have a dependency, no? Or am I wrong about that?”
He shifted under me, a telltale sign he was nervous about the topic. I waited, not pushing him to answer. My hands rubbed along the planes of his sculpted chest down to his ripped abs. My finger found the goody trail of golden hair that led into the waistband of his briefs, and I played with it, running my nail up and down.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to answer any questions you ask me, Tink.”
I flinched at the name. But the seductive yet playful look on his face comforted me.
“Remember, I like that name for you, Ava.” As he said that, his hand reached under the shirt I wore, rubbing circles across the skin of my belly. “And as far as me being young for an alcoholic, no, not really. I mean, statistically speaking, maybe I’m a little young. But at the center I go to for counseling, most of the people there were my age, even younger. Which, when you think about it, that’s kinda sad. I think our world is getting harder for people to live in.”
I contemplated his words and had to agree with him. My mother told us stories of when she grew up in the eighties and nineties and it just seemed…easier. Things were more complicated nowadays. And I would never admit it to my mom, but I agreed with her it all had to do with social media.
“Well, most people don’t start drinking excessively for no reason. What was yours?” I was nervous asking him this, hoping it wasn’t too invasive of a question. Considering as recently as this morning, we probably still considered each other enemies.
