Page 51 of What It Means To Be Found

“Oh, oh,” I whimpered in his ear because somehow his orgasm was creating aftershocks for me. Smaller, delicious little flutters that made my eyes roll. I was gasping for air, partially because I had a massive man crushing me to his chest, but also because my body just got the workout of a lifetime.

And I didn’t even have to lift a finger, just like he had said before.

Finally, Logan shifted as he slid out of me, making a disappointed sound erupt from the back of my throat before he rolled us so that he was now on his back and I was tucked into his side. His large arms were still around me as his face nuzzled in my hair. I wrapped my arms around his waist, swung my leg over one of his, and snuggled in.

Within seconds, I was asleep.

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LOGAN

I’m not saying that sliding out of a sleeping Eloise’s grip to dispose of a condom and get dressed was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it sure as hell wasn’t easy either. She had passed out on me almost immediately, which made weird feelings stir within my chest. I hadn’t ever had sex with a woman, only to then have her immediately fall asleep on me.

It was so intimate.

Also, a bit of an ego boost for me.

I quietly slipped my clothes back on, careful with my movements because Eloise was breathing deeply on her stomach, half her face smothered in her pillow now. Her freckles peeked through the blonde locks of hair that fanned around her face.

After straightening my clothing I stepped towards her, taking the opportunity to brush some of that hair off of her face. She looked so peaceful, her blush still lingering on her cheeks as if it was sticking around just for me. I traced my finger along the apple of her cheek, only pulling back when her mouth twitched and she made a soft noise.

I stood straight again, glancing around her bedroom to see if there was anything for me to use. Examining her desk, I saw a small notepad and a cup of pens. I gently ripped a blank page off the notepad, checking over my shoulder to ensure that she was still asleep, before plucking a pen out of the cup.

What do I say?

Thanks for the fuck?

It felt too crude, too casual for what I experienced with Eloise just now. Not that we were in a committed relationship or anything. The fact that she immediately fell asleep let me know that we wouldn’t be defining whatever this was tonight.

I thought for a moment, before smiling to myself and scribbling something down.

For the record, you look beautiful underneath me, too.

There. That way she would know that I wasn’t offended by her spontaneous dirty talk and that I wasn’t leaving because I never wanted to talk to her again. Sure, it caught me off guard, but I was also excited to learn more about this woman.

She clearly had some sides to her that she didn’t show others that often. Based on how embarrassed she was with her words, I had a feeling that she kept a lot of herself close to her chest.

…Kind of like I did.

Plus, her words were an obvious slip of the tongue. She immediately regretted saying how good I looked underneath her, which made me want to tease her for it. But I held back, instead trying to lean into her regret by telling her to make it up to me. Frankly, I had somehow found a way to offend her almost every time we were in the same room, so I figured I’d like that awkward moment to pass.

Plus, I wanted to see her again.

To no one’s surprise.

I shouldered my backpack after leaving the note next to her on the bed, when my shoe nudged something on the floor, making me pause on my way out of the room to see what it was. It was a book, a well-used book by the looks of it.

I reached down to pick it up, intending to set it on her desk or something, when the cover art caught me by surprise.

It was clearly a romance novel.

Courtney had told me many times about how romance covers were starting to be more and more discreet. Instead of covers of half-naked models, a lot of them were brightly colored cartoons. Which was exactly what this was. I glanced over at Eloise, still sound asleep with my note next to her on the bed, then I glanced at the book in my hand, the bookmark of where she left off peeking out in the middle of it.

I knew I should put it back.

Instead, I found myself unzipping my backpack and shoving the novel inside before I could talk myself out of it, then quickly unlocking her bedroom door to hopefully sneak out through the front door.

I paused when I heard voices coming from Courtney’s room, her bedroom light shining underneath the door.

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