Wow, I said, rolling my eyes. You’re so insightful.
Thank you. Oliver went to visit his cousin for the night, but I’m sure he’ll enjoy one when he returns.I smiled, thankful for him stowing away his cocky attitude.
Ooh, those look good! Katie grabbed the basket from Logan, planting an exaggerated kiss on his cheek in the process, and disappeared inside the house.I fought back the urge to race past him and tackle her to the ground screaming, not yours, slut! Instead, I did what I always do when faced with frustration; I gave a polite tight-lipped smile and turned to leave.A part of me wanted him to say wait. Not the logical part of my brain. There was nothing left to say and even if there was he was definitely off limits and I was strong enough to resist. Right?
But after that sweet smile it didn’t matter what he had to say, I only wanted another excuse to stare a second longer. That’s all I needed. One more second to capture his essence, and lock it away for my dreams.I hated that I felt like an irresponsible girl, but a man that good looking was a crime against women. How could anyone expect us to keep our hands to ourselves around that, especially when you added in his charm and devilish smirk?
I stopped, my stomach flipped violently and my ears smoldered. Did he really just say my name? He wanted me to stop, why?
No, no, no! Everything inside of me screamed to stay strong and keep walking. Pretend you didn’t hear him. Run away! He is a player, a womanizer, a flat-out man whore according to his own sister.My body relaxed back into the sofa as I watched Oliver giggling while he tried to yell at Scout to get off the track. I laughed. I couldn’t imagine not being around Oliver or Logan. We spent so much time together whether it was hanging out in my backyard or cuddled up watching a movie. They had somehow become more than just simple friends to me. We had developed a connection that pained me to think it could be gone one day.
My body remained pressed into the sofa, relaxed. I craned my head back to greet him. My breath instantly caught at the sight of Logan’s bare chest. A pair of black cotton pajama pants hung delectably low on his hips.My eyes blinked involuntarily, blood rushing to my cheeks and I quickly turned back to face the rumbling train on the floor. I tried to clear the inappropriate thoughts racing through my head. Logan always knew exactly the right thing to do, to catch me off guard, and get me flustered.
Finding my bearings, I shifted in my seat and gave him an unimpressed eye roll.Too late, sweetheart, we both know you like what you see, he teased, eyebrow cocked. He threw on a white cotton shirt and I swallowed at how it clung to his sculptured chest and chiseled abs in all the right way. Or more like wrong way. It was so wrong to feel this attracted to someone you knew could never give you what you wanted.