“Did she?”
“Yup.”
He smirked. “And what? You’re gonna play the role of Elijah? See if you can seduce me?” He cut his gaze to her again. “I think it’s a little late for that, baby.”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you about the whole thing,” he suggested.
“Nothing. I just think … I don’t want it to be weird.”
“Isit weird?”
“Seems to be, yeah.”
“How’s that?”
Her forehead creased. “Well, for one, y’all are screwing me silly.”
He laughed. “And here I thought you enjoyed being screwed silly.”
“I do,” she declared. “Of course I do.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I just … it’s like y’all are holding back … from each other.”
Logan considered that for a moment, moving his hands to her other foot. He lingered on it for a couple of minutes, allowing her more time to relax. He finally said, “I think we’re taking it slow.”
“Understatement of the century,” she mumbled.
He disagreed. Considering his age and this new thing he was just learning about himself, Logan didn’t feel the need to rush things with Elijah. They were both venturing into new territory. As far as he was concerned, it would take as long as it needed to.
“So it’s not all bottled up?” Sam asked.
He chuckled at her turn of phrase, answering the same way he took it. “I think I’ve effectively released what needs to be released this week.”
“I’ll say.”
Logan kneaded the arches of both feet at the same time. “Are you complaining, Sam?”
“No.” She yawned again. “No complaints.”
“I didn’t think so.”
She was silent for a moment while he continued to give her feet the attention she enjoyed.
“You don’t want to role-play?”
“Baby, I’m always open to playing. You know that.” He glanced her way, met her gaze. “But if you’re asking if I want you to pretend to be Elijah, the answer is no. I’m not willing to forsake my time with you to pretend to be with him.”
That seemed to please her based on the way her face relaxed.
“Now, if you want to dress up in that little maid’s outfit you’ve got, I’m definitely on board.”
She snorted. “Last time I did that, you made me clean the oven.For real.”
Yes, yes, he had. He laughed, remembering how pissed she’d been that he had pushed the boundaries of their play. It had worked. The oven had gotten cleaned.
