Page 18 of Puck Drop
I take a moment to stretch my body, enjoying the light breeze hitting my bare skin when the sheet covering me slips to under my breasts. My face breaks into a grin when I hear Loganmoving around in a different part of the house. My stomach does a somersault, but I can’t tell if it is because of excitement or nervousness. Now that I have to face Logan on the morning after, I’m not quite sure how I should react.
We never got to talk last night, even though, that was the main reason why he brought me to his house.
That last thought is sobering. I hate how insecure it makes me feel. That is not me as a person, despite the fact that I am a bit shy at times. As my best friend, Mona, would put it, I’ve always had the confidence of ten people put together. However, the events from the last six months have done quite a number on me, leading me to question everything.
I sit up in bed and look around for a moment, unsure of what my next steps should be. But it’s still dark out, and I don’t want to have to think so early in the morning.
Deciding that worrying about things can come later, I get out of bed. The small pile of clothes on the floor trip me almost instantaneously, and I let out a snort when I am about to fall over. Thankfully, I manage to regain my balance before anything more serious happens.
On the short walk to the attached bathroom, I take a quick sniff of my armpits. A shower would be welcome, but I am too eager to go find Logan, so I decide that a quick wash with soap and water will do the trick for now. After, I use the toilet, I wash my hands, and I also manage to sort of brush my teeth by putting some toothpaste on my finger.
I feel silly doing that, especially since I am still completely naked. Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, I rush back to the bedroom. I feel tempted to walk out of here without any clothes on, just to see Logan’s reaction, but then change my mind. Instead, I bend down and pick up the T-shirt he was wearing last night, along with the skimpy underwear I wore yesterday. I putboth of them on before pulling my shoulders back, ready to get out and face the world.
Once in the hallway outside the bedroom door, I feel a bit disoriented. I glance around, taking in the couple of doors across from where I’m standing, then start walking down the only obvious way out.
I blink in surprise when I turn the corner and end up in a very spacious living room. It has a glass wall with French doors that lead to the outside. Beyond that, I notice a pool, with lounge chairs placed around it.
“It looks a lot better when the sun is out.” Logan’s voice startles me from behind. “I know nothing about being a homeowner, so I wasn’t going to buy a house,” he continues. “But someone sent me the listing for this one. It’s not in the fanciest neighborhood, but…” He shrugs and lifts the corner of his mouth in the beginning of a smile. “It’s mine.”
I move from one leg to the other, the fingers from my left hand fidgeting with the material of the T-shirt I have on. Logan’s T-shirt…
“I’m happy for you.”
The way his eyes drop to my bare feet before running up the length of my body gives me the shivers. When they reach my breasts, I fight the urge to place both hands over them in an effort to cover my now protruding nipples. But then, I decide that it won’t hurt for him to know how much he affects me and my body.
Logan, as if he can read my mind, licks his lips while his hands clench and relax in a repetitive motion. I am waiting for him to just grab me and ravish me, just like last night.
“There’s nothing I want more than to take you back to bed right now,” he murmurs.
“What’s stopping you?” I am surprised by how hoarse my voice comes out.
Logan sighs and checks the watch on his wrist.
“I have to be at the arena no later than seven-thirty,” he tells me. “And I have to do a quick warm-up before then. Also…”
He hesitates for a second. The excitement from only seconds ago is barely visible anymore.
“I got us breakfast,” he says. “And you don’t have to leave after,” he assures me. “Stay for as long as you want.”
I nod in understanding, wondering what I should do.
“Unless you have to be at work,” he continues, and my eyes grow big.
“Oh my freakin’ God,” I gasp. “I do have to be at work!”
I can’t believe I forgot about that. This is my first serious job, and I forgot I have a schedule to follow there only a couple of weeks into it.
Logan seems amused by my predicament. “What time?”
I press my hands to my face, trying my hardest to think. I don’t even have my car here. How am I going to get to my apartment? I need clean clothes and a shower.
“What time what?”
“What time do you have to be at work?” he clarifies his question, and now I feel dumb for even asking.
“Oh, eight.” I drop the hands from my face and sigh. “I have to be at work at eight.”
“There’s plenty of time then,” he smiles at me. “Come on.” He grabs me by the hand and starts walking back toward what I see is the kitchen. “We’ll talk while we eat.”
