Page 107 of The Lost and the Found

Now, I was able to come and go as I wished, and I knew this was Logan’s way of slowly moving me in with him without telling me.

Half of my shitty wardrobe now had a place in his closet, and what was more, a few new outfits that I didn’t pick out took up space in there, too.

We spent maybe two nights at my apartment since that day he broke in. Not that I minded. I knew it wasn’t his intention, but ever since he told me he’d picked the lock, I no longer felt safe there.

I gave him the key to my place because I didn’t want him to pick the lock anymore, and things were going great between us. Until now, that is, when he decided that I wasn’t always beautiful to him, especially if I ever decide to drop out of school and become a crack addict.

Logan moved closer to me. The elevator wasn’t that big, so I was trapped between him and the wall, and when he didn’t show any sign of moving away, I shot him a mean look.

The elevator doors opened, and I walked out of there quickly, leaving Logan behind.

But he had long legs, and before I could even get to the bedroom, Logan was there, wrapping me in his arms. “Aw, baby. Don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry I laughed. It was just the way you said it that I found funny. Not your picture.”

“Really? Because I saw your lips twitching. Don’t tell me you weren’t holding in your laugh.” His eyes flashed a little with amusement, and I scowled. “Whatever.”

I tried to walk away, but he wouldn’t let me. “Don’t you know by now?”

“Know what?” I asked suspiciously.

“How beautiful you are to me?”

I scoffed, even if hearing him say that did thaw my anger a little.

“It’s true. You can look like a, uh, crackhead all you want, baby. I’d still want you.”

And as if to prove his point, Logan moved in a little closer to me so I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach.

I squirmed a little, turned on by the feel of him. Ever since we had sex, Logan had been more forward with me. And I knew now that he was holding back before. We had sex every single night this week, and still, I wanted him.

I didn’t think my desire for him would ever wane, and he might feel the same way.

“Okay,” I said, moving in closer to him. “Take me to bed, Logan. I need you.”

His eyes turned dark with hunger, and he almost let out a growl. “Let it be known, I’ll never deny you of anything.”

And then he picked me up, like the strong capable man he was, and walked us to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed, and I squealed with laughter, while he pulled off his clothes.

I looked at him with hunger in my eyes, before he climbed onto the bed, on top of me, and proceed to show me how much he wanted me.

* * *

Logan was cookingdinner for us while I sat at the kitchen island with his laptop and my textbook opened. He wanted to go out to eat and celebrate, but the idea of going out and seeing people held no appeal to me. Besides, I had homework I couldn’t neglect.

In the end, we compromised. We would stay in and Logan would cook for us, and I would sit here doing my homework in nothing but his shirt.

Logan wanted easy access to all of me, and I had to admit, the idea of having nothing more than his large shirt to cover me was so much of a turn on, I was wet without so much as a glance from him.

He placed the steaks on two plates, dished out some mashed potatoes and vegetables, and voilà…it looked pretty appetizing. Logan was a great cook, and I was a lucky, lucky girl.

Logan seemed to enjoy cooking. Or at the very least, he seemed to enjoy cooking for me.

“Where did you learn how to cook?” I asked, taking a bite of my steak. It was so tender, the fork practically cut right through it.

I knew his parents didn’t teach him. The only thing they taught him was how to survive on his own, and I was still angry about that. I felt very protective of Logan, which was almost laughable, considering the man was about a foot taller than me and weighed what seemed like over a hundred pounds more.

He was quiet as he took in my question, and when I looked up at him, there was something unreadable in his eyes. “You know the man I told you about? The one who took in Veena and me?”

I nodded. He didn’t talk about the man much, but I could tell just from the tone of his voice, he had a lot of affection and respect for him. “Yeah.”

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