After screwing up just now,I was wondering why Ashley was keeping me around and not requesting someoneelse. Someone moreprofessional.
I felt like I’d screwed upmore than I’d gotten right, but… if Ashley was happy, if he was going out ofhis way to say he was happy in front of his friend… maybe things were goingokay.
Or maybe he was teasing andplanning on telling Rosa all about me kissing him a few minutes ago because Icouldn’tthink of a better plan on short notice.
At least he couldn’t tell her thatI kind of liked it.
ELEVEN
ASHLEY
I was staring.
Specifically, I was staringat Logan licking melted ice cream that’d dripped down his hand with enthusiasm thatI couldn’t help imagining being applied to other more sensitive parts.
Myother, moresensitive parts.
Staying away from myapartment for as long as possible had seemed like such a good idea when Loganhad said it wasn’t as if we needed to go back right away, but now I was startingto wonder.
My phone lit up in my lap,dragging my attention away from Logan’s surprisingly agile tongue.
Gabe:How’s yourbodyguard?
Honesty was possibly thebest policy here.
He’s licking an icecream and I’m thinking impure thoughts
Gabe:So no changefrom normal on your side. What flavor?
Boysenberry
Typing it out made me smileagain as I remembered Logan’s tiny moment of excitement at being able to get ithere. He’d tried to force his serious, professional bodyguard face back intoplace immediately after, but it was hard to be a serious, professionalbodyguard when you’d just gasped like a little boy in excitement over an icecream flavor.
There was something ironicabout the fact that I’d already finished my plain vanilla scoop. Loganhadn’t said anything about it, but I wondered if he thought it was odd.
Gabe wouldnothavelet me live picking vanilla down.
Gabe:Oh man, hismouth would taste *incredible* right now
GABE
Was I blushing?
A hand brushed over my cheektold me I wasn’t—orif I was, it was so subtle it was hard to tell.
Making me blush took a lot,but Gabe knew all my weak spots.
And I hadn’t stoppedthinking about Logan kissing me yet, which wasn’t helping at all.
You’re like thelittle devil on my shoulder even when you’re not here
“Everything okay?” Loganasked, wiping his mouth with one of the napkins he’d grabbed.
I licked my lipsunconsciously, staring at his.
Hewouldhave tastedamazing right now. Sweet and tart and summery, familiar enough to be comforting,unusual enough to remind me that I was pretty sure I’d found one of those rarestof creatures—a latent bisexual.
Well, not allthatrare, but rare enough to be exciting. Who wouldn’t be flattered by a manlike Logan stepping out of his comfort zone for them?
