Page 57 of A Dash of You

“Bulbs dead.”

“Of course it is.” I sigh, putting the spray back in my bag. “At least we have the other lamp.”

Logan goes to turn it on and… nothing.

I cast a knowing glance, going back to flick on the bathroom switch. One small light illuminates the tiny area above the vanity. “It’s something I guess,” I say, peeking at the tub. No visible stains or mysterious fluid that will kill me, so bathing doesn’t seem like a terrible option. This humidity's making me sticky, and I need a distraction from Logan's proximity.

Logan retrieves a pillow, moving it from the bed to a chair near the door. I know where this is going, even if we haven’t addressed the one bed situation, I’m not letting him sleep on something that is three sizes too small.

“Unless you’re going to shrink down to when you were a toddler, I’m thinking you should take the bed.”

He stares at the chair for a minute. “This is fine.”

I roll my eyes. “Men are so stubborn,” I groan. “Go ahead and try it out, then. I’ll wait.” I stand with my hands on my hips while Logan blinks at me slowly.

His fit butt hits the seat and then, like out of a sitcom, the sofa chair collapses. It falls like an explosion from the bottom up.

Laughter builds, working its way out before I can suppress it. I throw a hand over my mouth, but it only muffles the sound. “Are… are you okay?” I end with another laugh.

Logan’s stuck inside the cushion, but he smiles with a shake of his head. “Guess we won’t have to worry about who’s taking the bed. Looks like we’re sharing, dove.”

My laugh stifles at the nickname.Dove.

“Help me up?” Logan holds out his hand for me to take, and when his skin touches mine, a scorching sensation travelsthrough me. I give a stern pull, but Logan tugs me toward him, and I stumble over.

Right on his lap.

What I’m not expecting next is the deep, sexy rumble of laughter that tumbles out of him. It’s music to my ears. A sensual sound that hits straight down to my core. I want to bottle it up forever.

Mesmerized by Logan, I’m frozen, straddling him. I note the fine lines around his eyes and his visible dimple.

My God, this man is perfect.

The flawless sound dies, and I’m left with him gazing at me—appreciating the proximity of our bodies right this very second. Realization hits that I’m in his lap inches from his hard cock I desperately want to feel. My hands press against his hard body and when I adjust, Logan sucks in a tight breath. He keeps a firm hold on the chair, with white knuckles, but I so desperately want him to touch me and it’s clear he’s trying his hardest not to touch me, too.

“Sora,” he whispers, his warm breath that smells like spearmint brushes my face. Did he always smell good?

With our lips so close, his eyes land on my mouth, and we stay this way for what feels like an eternity. This proves how much I want to kiss Logan. Feel his lips on mine, but I can’t.Wecan’t.

“I… I’m going to take a shower,” I blurt out in panic, struggling only a bit before crawling off his lap. There’s no denying the hardness that grazes over my clit as my body brushes off his. His eyes never leave mine, heated with such fire I can sense it on my skin, inside my veins, everywhere.

This time, I hold outmyhand in a gesture to help him up out of the broken chair that holds him hostage. He takes it and then towers over me, opening his mouth to say something but deciding otherwise.

I sidestep him, bolting toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. The tension is too strong and being pressed up against Logan like that was too much. My body screams in pain from the desire swirling inside.

I turn on the shower and it spits out brown before running clear.

Awesome.

Here’s to hoping I don’t die from an infection.

Undressing with Logan so near makes things considerably worse. I’m a horny lust filled mess, and I want him—want him so badly I can finally admit the truth to myself.

Once the temperature is to my liking, I step in and close my eyes as the water pours over me.

To think, I’ll be stepping foot on the grounds I grew up on. I’m excited to see my childhood home again, but I’m also hit with a wave of sadness. If only my dad was still alive, and my mom never married that sorry excuse for a stepfather.

Opening my eyes, I see something scurry atop the tub. My scream bounces off the four walls and I shuffle to the corner of the shower away from whatever it was. Soapy suds run down my body and that’s when the door bursts open. The yelp from inside my throat is just as powerful as the scream.

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