Logan stands there with his chest heavily rising and falling, looking like a bull about to charge. “What happened? What’s wrong?” The panic in his voice is strong.
“There was… it was… a mouse or maybe a cockroach or I don’t know. It ran so fast I didn’t see it. But… fuck!”
He quickly scans the small area, looking for the reason for my scream, but there’s nothing. It obviously got away, and I obviously can no longer enjoy my shower. His eyes land on me and the heat flaring inside them is enough to send me to my knees.
But as the suds dissolve and slip down my slick body, I’m well aware there is nothing hiding my naked skin. I yank the shower curtain to me, and that’s when Logan spins.
“Fuck,” he says in a choked breath as he closes the door behind him.
Two more embarrassing mishaps within thirty minutes of each other. If we are trying for gold, I’d say we have an excellent advantage.
Being too stunned to move, I need to give myself like thirty more seconds to recover from Logan seeing me naked.
Naked.
But there’s no mistaking his not so innocent gaze lingering on my body. I didn’t hate it.
After drying off and slipping back into my clothes, with incredible stealth, I open the bathroom door and peek through the crack. I expect Logan to be on the other side, but my brows scrunch in confusion when I don’t see him.
I run my fingers through my dampen hair, checking out the window. He’s there, leaning on the railing of the balcony, looking out. His wide back facing me.
Here goes nothing.
I check up and down the long narrow outside before I step up next to Logan, the smell of the damp air filling my senses.
He turns to me. “Sora.” His cheeks glow a hint of pink. Funny, seeing a man like Logan blush is adorable.
“Logan,” I respond, not knowing where to begin.
He quickly turns away, looking back out into the distance. “I’m sorry about what happened in there.”
I smile, resting my arms on the railing beside him. “It’s fine. You were just being a knight in shining armor. Besides, we both know you’ve seen boobs before.” I force out a laugh because the thought of him seeing other women naked… well, it flat out sucked.
The muscle in his face twitches, and the tips of his ears turn a light shade of red, just like his cheeks moments ago. He’s embarrassed.
The temptation is there, with the tension obvious. To throw myself at Logan, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting him do whatever he damn well pleased.Ifhe wanted. But… it can’t happen. There’s no way I’m able to start anything right now and even if I wanted to, I’m married—a married woman. The hatred I felt for Jason grows stronger, which I didn’t think to be possible when I already loathe him so much.
We stand in silence as a couple of guys start arguing from the parking lot, drowning out the monsters in my brain.
“You’re right. I have seen my fair share of naked women.” He turns to face me, my stomach in knots. “But you, Sora, are the most exquisite and the most beautiful woman I have ever had the honor of laying eyes on.”
My mouth parts, the air leaves my lungs, and I am breathless. Keeping my eyes forward, I don’t dare look at him. Not with his burning gaze on me.
No man has ever spoke to me that way before.
When my courage finally allows, I focus up at him, nearly collapsing from his stare. God, it is so powerful. Yet debilitating.
The fire within his eyes flickers out, sending a sharp glare my way. “Who are you running from?”
Crash and burn. Holy shit.
Every recent emotion evaporates, leaving me stunned and appalled. He can’t just drop a bomb like that. But the sudden fear in my voice is telling. “What makes you think I’m running from someone?”
His eyes darken. “Are you?”
My eyes dart between his eyes, terrified he’s figured me out. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, Logan. It is none of yourdamn business.” I leave the railing, but he grabs my arm in a gentle yet firm way, enough to stop me in my tracks.
“Sora.” His voice is softer this time, soothing and smooth like butter.
