No. Just grab ‘em like this, he said, demonstrating.
I ogled him openly, taking in his nonchalant stance and roguish handsomeness. I noticed his light, wavy hair had been cut shorter recently, and the jealously exposed in my gut from wondering who’d had the honor of running his or her fingers through his soft locks made me shudder.His white dress shirt showcased the powerful set of shoulders hidden underneath, while his dark jeans hung casually around his firm legs. They were his wardrobe staples outside of work. He was a man who carried himself with a commanding air of self-confidence. I loved that about him.
I grimaced, turning away to dig the corkscrew from the drawer. Not loved—it was one of the many things about him that turned me on, I restated in my head over and over again.Silence hung between us as I stood fiddling with the corkscrew in my hand for way too long, gauging the best ways to go about opening the bottle. The fact that Logan never said even a silly quip about my gawking added to the electricity sizzling between us already.Hilary always took charge of wine opening when we were together, and I didn’t drink when I was alone. The few times I’d attempted opening wine bottles, I’d destroyed the cork to the point that it had to be dug out.
Need some help? His warm, minty breath tickled my ear, startling me. I swung around on instinct, forgetting about the weapon in my hand.He caught my hand, stopping the corkscrew from piercing his abdomen. His face didn’t carry even a hint of worry—only a smile. I’ll open it.
Catching my breath from the adrenaline spike, I nodded and handed him the tool. Thank you, I replied, pulling back on a heavy, sultry tone. He gave me a cynical once-over, but didn’t say a word.
So, how was your day? Logan asked, pulling the cork free with ease. I see you must have been busy. Two wineglasses were already set on the table, so he turned around, waiting for me to respond while filling them both.The next day, I went out to get groceries for dinner. I wanted to make something special for Logan and Oliver, and found myself walking blissfully through the grocery store when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
I looked back, feeling eyes on me, only to see the back of someone’s legs as he or she left the aisle. I shook off the shiver and continued until I had a cart full of groceries and was on my way home.The roads were icy and snow-covered, so I took my time, my nervousness about driving after the accident amplified even more by the weather. As I drove down a back road, I noticed a pickup truck behind me. It was close to my bumper, and then it was swerving.
I slowed, watching the scene unfold as the truck lost control and flew across the other lane into the ditch. I pulled over immediately and ran over, opening the driver door, when I noticed the man inside clutching his head.Are you all right? Did you hit your head? I asked.