My fingers hover over the screen.
Cassie:I really have to sleep.
Logan:You didn’t seem to mind.
Heat creeps up my neck.
Cassie:Goodnight, Logan.
Logan:Night, Cass.
I set my phone down and stare at the ceiling, wide awake.
Then my phone lights up again.
Logan:Wait. One more thing.
My heart races.
Cassie:What?
Logan:Just wanted to remind you how good I looked earlier.
I bite my lip, curiosity piquing. Then the photo comes through.
It’s a photo of him that he clearly took after his game today. Abs glistening under the light, his smirk playful yet challenging.
Logan:Just a little reminder of what you’re missing.
A rush of heat floods through me.
Cassie:You think that’s going to work on me?
Logan:Thought it was worth a shot.
Cassie:You are so full of yourself.
Logan:I’d rather be full of something else…or wait…I think you’d rather be full of me.
I swallow, and take a moment, heart pounding, before replying.
Cassie:Fine. Let me show you what you’re missing too.
I snap a quick photo, biting my lip. The playful side of me takes over, and I send him a shot of my bare shoulders up to my mouth and nose, with no eyes. Just enough to tease.
Logan:Damn. You’re killing me.
Cassie:Goodnight, Logan.
Logan:Night, Cass.
I can’t help but smile, feeling the buzz of excitement that comes with our banter. I set my phone down, thoughts racing, and when I wake up the next morning?
My blue yoga pants are hanging on my doorknob.
Chapter Twenty-Five
LOGAN
