Page 95 of The Lost and the Found

He waited for my small nod, before walking off. I wanted to call him back as soon as I caught sight of him walking away from me, but I didn’t.

When I got to the guest bedroom after my shower, I found one of Logan’s shirt on the bed. I threw off the towel I had wrapped around myself and put it on. I could go find where he had put my overnight bag and at least look for some clean panties, but the thought of running into Logan dressed as I was held no appeal.

And to think I was in a rush for us to get home just hours before.

I climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers up, trying to sleep.

Two hours later, I was still wide awake. Thank God I didn’t have school or work the next day. I wouldn’t be able to handle it, seeing as how little sleep I was getting. It was close to five o’clock in the morning.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I sat up on the bed and looked to the door. Was Logan awake? Was he thinking about me the way I was thinking about him?

Honestly, I didn’t think I could fall asleep, at least not tonight, unless I was in his arms.

And this was why I didn’t want to stay over. Because I was already on my feet, heading for the door. Because I was weak, and I needed Logan. Because the temptation of his arms was too much, and I needed him as much as I needed my next breath.

I was worse than Clarissa.

I opened the door into the darkened hallway and almost tripped on something huge at the threshold. I let out a small squeak, and after my eyes adjusted to the dark, I realized there was a huge body lying there, fast asleep.

Logan was lying there.

Was he guarding my door? Did he think I would leave in the middle of the night?

If that was the case, he was doing a terrible job, considering he didn’t even wake when I almost tripped over him. I nudged him with my foot.

When he didn’t wake right away, I nudged him harder. And when that didn’t work, I sat down next to him, ready to shake him awake, when Logan suddenly opened his eyes. I let out a startled scream, which was soon muffled when he pulled me into his large body, burying my face into his chest. His large hand cradled the back of my head, and my legs went around his waist.

It took a while before I got my heart rate under control, and when it did, I pulled back and took him in. “You have a bed.”

He smiled, and I could see the gleam of his white teeth from the dim lighting the moon offered through the partially closed window. “I know.”

“A very comfortable king-size bed.”

“I know.”

I sighed in exasperation. “Is that all you’re going to say?”

He hesitated for a while, then, “No.”

I didn’t protest when he stood up with me in his arms and walked to his bedroom. I didn’t protest when he put me into bed and climbed in after me. I had my back to him, and Logan moved in as close as he could get until our legs tangled, and he had his face buried in my hair. His hand tugged at my shirt before they made their way to my body. And then his hands were pressed against my bare skin, one molding around my breast, and the other on the flat of my stomach. I was very aware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“I’m still mad at you, Logan.”

“I know, baby. I’m angry at myself, too. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten involved with her from the very beginning. I did it anyway, and now she ruined our night.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that.”

He tightened his arms around me, and I almost let out a sigh. This was exactly what I needed. Even angry, I still wanted him close by.

“Nothing. You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just go to sleep. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

So I did as he asked. I went to sleep.

Finally.

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