Even though we both know I’m not. Not even close.
Chapter Twelve
CASSIE
I finish my yoga session with a sigh, collapsing into Child’s Pose and pressing my forehead to the mat.
Big mistake. All that stretching just makes memoreaware of my body. The way the sun warmed my skin. The way my sports bra clung to me. The way Logan’s eyes had lingered—not that he said anything, but I saw it. Felt it. The heat between us had been low simmer all morning, but now it’s burning at the edges.
I try to shake it off.Cold shower. That’s what I need.
I head upstairs and strip down quickly, turning on the shower to let it heat up…only to turn it off again.
What am I doing?
I stare at the tile wall like it might give me the answer. But the longer I stand there, the more I feel it—the ache. The frustration. The stubborn little throb deep in my belly thatknowsexactly what it wants.
No. Bad idea. Do not give in to this.
I press my thighs together. Close my eyes. Try to think of something—literallyanything—other than Logan’s ridiculously chiseled body, or his gravel-rough voice, or the way his lips curved when he caught me laughing.
My hand drifts lower. Just a little. Just one second.
I bite my lip and exhale shakily.
And then I hear footsteps. The door pushes open and Logan steps inside.
He’s nonchalantly whistling. Inmybathroom.
No. No no no.
Just peeing,I think.Please, just pee and leave.
The curtain’s closed. The water’s off. Maybe he’ll think no one’s in here.
I hold perfectly still, back pressed to the wall, heart pounding in my throat.
The toilet flushes, and then there’s silence followed by a groan and a throat clearing.
Go. Away. Logan.
But instead—swish.
The shower curtain jerks back.
“Jesus—” His voice catches mid-word as his gaze collides with mine.
And then it drags lower.
Slowly.
His eyes widen. And mine? Theydrop.
He’s naked.
Totally, unashamedly naked.
And good God.
