"I don't need your help with that," I was drawing that line toot suite! If I let Logan anywhere near my panties-
"Out!" I gave him a little nudge with my shoulder, and I almost fell over, catching myself on the wall beside the door. "I can go to the bathroom by myself."
Logan gave me a look, and I was chicken enough not to meet his gaze.
"I'll be outside if... if you need me."
It was on the tip of my tongue to say a few, off-color things, but instead, I just slid the pocket door closed and barely managed to juggle my skirt up and my panties down before I made a horribly embarrassing mistake.
When I opened the door again, I expected to find the room empty.
Sure he said he'd be outside, but Logan had said a lot of things to me that he hadn't meant.
So when I saw him standing there in the middle of the room, my step faltered a little.
It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw the expression on his face look a little... awkward.
Hesitant.
I was hoping I'd seen it right out of the corner of my eye.
After all, I didn't want to be the only person feeling all kinds of awkward here.
"Have a seat."
I turned my head, following the gesture he made with his arm and saw that he'd put what looked like a First Aid kit on the bed.
"Let me look at your leg," he offered. "I think it might be bleeding."
That was enough to ensure that I was compliant.
I hated blood.
It didn't matter if it was real or fake blood in a movie or in a TV show.
If it was red and liquid, it was a no-go.
I could already feel the bile rising up in my throat.
So I sat down, trying to ignore that the bed under my butt was his bed.
Because if I let my head come to grips with that fact, my hormones might just make me burst into flames.
Yeah, I need to find a way to order something battery operated for my nightstand.
I'd never been someone who craved sex.
When I was married, I was more than happy to avoid that topic and act altogether, but just a few minutes around Loganand I was ready to order one of those crazy little gadgets that was always popping up in my Facebook feed!
"Here," his voice dragged me back into the moment, and I heard the soft scrape of chair legs across the floor.
Logan sat down on the chair and reached down.
I must have tensed up immediately because I heard him laughing as he lifted my leg up and set it across his thigh.
Feeling his worn denim under my calf shouldn't make me feel like I needed to climb up into his lap, but here I was, gripping the blanket on either side of my thighs and hoping that I didn't burst into flames with the innocent contact.
Yeah.
