Logan snorted. “You roll out ofthe wrong side of the bed, or what?” he asked, but there was warmth in histone. Affection, even.
Holyshitdid I likethat. Even after everything, Logan was still being sokind.
I wanted to jump on his dickand then cuddle him for a few hours while he promised me that everything wasgoing to be okay because he was here to take care of me forever.
“Maybe,” I said. “I can tryrolling out ofyourbed tomorrow morning if you want.”
I shouldn’t have saidthat. I shouldnothave been teasing him, not even if I was on camera.My subscribers would love it, but Logan didn’t need to be subjected tothat.
Not after last night.
To my surprise, he laughed. “Still straight,”he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry. You’ll have to join the queueof people waiting for me to wake up gay one day.”
I could imagine there was aqueue. Not only was Logan hot, he wasnice. People would have lined upfor a chance to sleep with him, and I would have joined them.
He must have been incrediblein bed. Thoughtful and generous and careful, touches light where they needed tobe and rougher where—
Wasn’t I supposed to be doing mymakeup? Logan had distracted me. Where was I up to?
“I’m not cutting this out,”I said. “You’re gonna be internet famous.”
Logan snorted. “I won’t ask youif you want anything, then.”
“There’s orange juice in thefridge,” I said. “I could go for a glass, if you’re offering.”
I wasn’t sure he’d doit, but by the time I was concealing a blemish on the edge of my jaw, a glass oforange juice had appeared at my elbow.
“Thank you,” I called out,grinning again. “Best roommate ever, right guys? Shame it’s only temporary.”
I’d have to tell themeventually. Might as well get it over and done with now.
“I’m moving back to myhometown for a while. Family issues,” I said.
It was kind of true. Idefinitelyexpectedto have family issues when I moved back.
“The good news is that I’llhave time for more videos, so if you’re not sick of my face yet you’ll haveplenty of opportunities togetsick of it.”
“It’s a good face,” Logansaid, coming back inside with the mail and leafing through it.
I grinned, dabbing concealeron the dark circles last night had left under my eyes. “Concealer will hide all ofyour sins,” I said to the camera. “Don’t be afraid touseit. God didn’t make usperfect, but Sephora can.”
Logan snorted, stillshuffling through my mail. There wasn’t anything I needed to hide from him, so Ididn’t comment on it. I figured he was doing it for a reason.
I watched his cheerfulexpression darken as he came to the last letter. “Cut the camera,” he said.
“What?” I asked, eyeshadowbrush halfway to my lid. “Why?”
“Cut it,” Logan said.
He wasn’t kidding. Therewasn’t even the faintest trace of humor left on his features. This was seriousbodyguard Logan on high alert.
I cut the recording and closedmy laptop, stomach knotting up with dread.
What was going on?
He passed me a plain whiteenvelope with my address printed on it, but my name hand-written.
Ashley or Arizona
