Towel. Bring a fucking towel next time. Duh, Sora. But there might not be a next time.
The water sounds from behind and not a minute later, Logan snags my wrist, bringing me close to him once more. The touch of his hand is enough to render me powerless. “I can help you. Protect you, Sora. You just have to let me in.”
I melt right then. “No one can help me. Not when there’s so much power involved.” I pull my wrist free and head for the balcony.
Stupid me. Stupid Jason. Stupid everything.
When I get back to Lana's, I find the lights off inside and the sliding door locked.
“Shit.” I cup my eyes to the glass, but it’s dark. Logan stands next to me on his balcony, and, with a sigh, I turn to face him. “Lana locked me out.”
Logan peeks around to the front of the duplex. “Her car’s gone.”
“Great.” I sigh in defeat.
“Come on. You can dry off inside my place and use my phone.”
More closeness with Logan is not what I need. But the trembling of my body is a sign that I am, in fact, wet and cold.
“Okay,” I agree, swinging my leg over the railing. But with my impeccable luck, I slip, and my only safety net is Logan who catches me with ease as he secures my body to his.
Yeah. This will be a piece of cake.
Twenty-Four
Logan’s air-conditioned place attacks me like a ton of bricks and my body shakes.
“Here.” He holds out a towel, but instead of letting me take it from him, he wraps it around my shoulders. “I’ll go get you some clothes. You can take a hot shower if you want.”
I neededmoreclothing around him, not less.
“Just clothes will be good. Thank you.”
He nods and heads upstairs.
I tug the towel a little closer, spotting the couch I had previously sat on as he generously tended to my wounds.
On paper, Logan’s the perfect boyfriend. He’s kind—even though his first impression wasn’t great. He’s loyal to his friends. He obviously takes care of himself and he’s not an egotistical sociopath. Worst of all, he’s dangling right in front of my face, and I’m not allowed to have him.
Footsteps hit the stairs, and Logan comes back with one of his shirts and sweatpants. I bet they smell like him.
“Thank you,” I say as I take them from his outstretched hand.
“Bathroom’s upstairs to change in but obviously you know that. Same duplex and all.” He lets out an awkward huff and I smile.
Since all I need is to change clothes, I decide to just do it here. “Turn around.” Déjà vu.
When he does, I drop the towel and start with my tank first, then my shorts. I catch Logan watching me from the reflection on the glass of the balcony doors.
My skin blazes as he worships me with his stare. A dark, heated stare.
When I’m finished and wearing Logan’s oversized clothes, I turn around and dab my hair before placing the towel over his kitchen chair.
“I guess I should text Lana.”
“Right. Let me grab my phone.”
The air is thick with tension swirling like shadows.
