I peer over his shoulder on my tiptoes, getting a whiff of his scent that masks the oil and pot smell. And sure enough, each room couldn’t be farther from the other. “Guess me and Lana will start walking now. Maybe we’ll make it there by sunrise,” I joke, but the unease in my tone is clear. This place gives me the creeps.
Logan rubs the back of his neck. “I think we should stay boy girl.”
All our attentions snap toward Logan who just suggested a co-ed sleepover.
“Boy. Girl. You make it sound like summer camp,” Lana quips.
“My favorite kind of camp.” Crew smirks playfully.
Logan stands tall, studying the room numbers on the cards again. “I’d feel better if the girls weren’t staying alone.”
I gulp from the future awkwardness setting in. Who is pairing up with whom?
“Sounds good.” Crew moves over, trapping me against his muscled chest. “Sora can stay with me.”
“No.” Logan’s quick response earns a grin from Crew. “Sora will stay with me. You and Lana can take the other room.”
“Wait. Can’t we draw straws or flip a coin or something? Why does Sora get you?” Lana’s brows tilt upward like a sad animal.
“Please, ladies, don’t fight over me.” Crew places a dramatic hand on his chest.
“Trust me. Nobody is fighting over you.”
Crew's face drops. “Come on, killer. Unless you've got straws hidden where that stick is shoved, let's just get this over with,” he urges. He holds out a hand for Lana to take, but she stomps past him toward their room, carrying her purple floral bag on her back.
“Have fun, kids.” Crew waves at us as he follows Lana to their room.
I stare blankly at Crew’s broad back as they slowly add distance to us.
“Ready?” Logan asks me, and I peer up at his handsome face.
Am I? Suddenly, I’m aware of the fact I’ll be spending an entire night with Logan. In the same room.
I nod with a faint smile, and that’s when it happens. My head is being forced up by the soft touch of Logan’s fingers under my chin. I’m lost in his gaze. Like wandering through a dark forest with no light to guide me. Only the feeling of Logan’s touch will help me through.
“Sora. I’ll never force you to do anything. If you’re not comfortable—”
“No. It’s not that. I um… it’s fine. Let’s just go.” I flash him with a reassuring smile, but his fingers still linger on me. If he doesn’t let go, I’m pretty sure I’ll burst into flames.
His hand drops to his side, and he waits for me to take the lead. I nervously shuffle in front of his colossal frame, checking all the numbers as I go by. With ours being the closer room, it doesn’t take long to find.
The light turns green, and the door unlocks, both of us entering our temporary home for the night.
“I really hope that smell is my imagination,” I say, covering my nose with the back of my hand.
“I smell it too.”
“Fabulous.”
How do I always get myself into these situations?
I fumble with my bag as I lay it on the bed. Within seconds, I’m whipping out my spray, filling the room with lavender vanilla. “Sorry if it’s overpowering, but it’s either this or we endure the rigor mortis scent all night.”
Logan’s nostrils flare and his chest rises heavily. “I like this better.” He catches me prisoner with his stare, and I panic, taking off for the bathroom.
To calm my nerves, I take deep and slow breaths behind the safety of the door. Why did my body want to turn into a puddle of liquid every time Logan looked at me the way he does?
Once I’m done spritzing the bathroom, I spot Logan trying to turn on the end table lamp without success.
