Page 101 of A Dash of You

“Do you want to flash me your… what did you call them before?” He raises a brow. “Goodies?”

I try to stifle a laugh but fail. My shoulders shake and I throw my head back. “I’m sorry, but can you please, for the love of God, say the wordgoodiesagain.”

Logan wears a smirk, breaking me out of my hysterical laughter.

I sigh. “Okay, I’m done. And if I’m not going to be rolling around on the ground, then this is fine.”

“Suit yourself.” Logan closes the gap between us, caging me in with both his hands on either side of me. His weight resting on the wall.

I breathe quickly, my heart racing. “Is this part of the training?” I quietly ask while my body hums.

“What do you do?” His voice is straight to the point. Stern, but quiet.

“Jumping right in. Got it.”

“Focus, Sora.”

“Honestly, I’m trying, but you’re really close and smell good—”

“Sora. What do you do if a man has you like this?” Logan, I swear, glances at my mouth before darting his bedroom eyes back to mine.

“I go for the balls.” But I can think of other things I want to do right now with Logan.

“Okay. Always a suitable spot. What if you can’t get your knee up? Where else?” He parts my thighs, his leg working its way between them.

I gulp. “I’m not sure.” With hooded eyes, I study the man so close before me. How am I supposed to concentrate like this?

“Here.” Removing one hand from the wall, he points to his chin. “And here.” He taps the side of his chest muscles. “Try it.”

My eyebrows lift. “You want me to really hit you?”

“Yes. I want you to really hit me.”

“Fine.” I make a fist and send it flying, but Logan catches it with his palm. “How am I supposed to hit you if you catch it?”

He’s still so close.

“Your punch is wrong.”

I grunt. “How is it wrong?”

“Look.” He takes my fist with both of his rough hands and puts it into the correct position. “Thumb needs to go here. Not here.”

I study the correct way, and it makes more sense.

“Try again.” Logan repositions himself and cages me in once more.

I automatically throw my fist up, connecting with his jaw and Logan grunts before stepping back. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I say, flying my hand over my mouth.

Logan proudly grins while rubbing the spot I recently cracked. “Good. That was good.”

I smile and my chest warms with satisfaction.

We’ve moved to the living room, having pushed the couch out of the way, and Logan has been showing me different moves left and right. Learning is a good idea. I already feel more confident. Not knowing how to defend myself made me uneasy. Now, maybe I can at least get away better. Wish I could have kicked Mark’s ass.

“Sora.”

“Huh?”

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