Page 20 of Always My Comfort

I wasn’t sure how anyone could forget her. Not with that raven hair, dark as night, and eyes so big and beautiful, she could have any man on their knees with just one look. Staring at her, the desire to bring her into my bedroom surfaced, consequences be damned.

I could let this continue. I would have a few months ago if a one-night-stand showed up at my door. But she was different.

I didn’t want to watch her make a damn fool of herself with all her rambling, as much as I loved hearing her sweet voice. Her eyes were wild with panic and embarrassment.

I wanted to ease her fears. I wanted to be more than a douchebag.

I was tired of breaking hearts. And I really didn’t want to break hers.

“I remember you, Logan. It’s impossible to forget someone as beautiful as you.” Her cheeks were rosy when she snapped her mouth shut and swallowed. I held the door open a little wider, silently inviting her in. When she didn’t move, I couldn’t fight the grin tugging at my lips any longer.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

“Are you goin’ to come in, sweetheart?” Her eyes darted between my bare chest, the door, and the floor. There was a flash of hesitancy before she nodded and walked between me and the door frame.

The rich, intoxicating, vanilla scent of her perfume overwhelmed my senses and clouded my judgment as it tickled my nose and filled the air of my apartment.This was a bad idea.

Closing the door behind her, I watched her, waiting to see what she did. Her eyes roamed around the room briefly, but nothing held her attention. She glanced at the door that led to my bedroom, and I wondered if she was thinking the same thing as me.

Isshe here for more?

Why is she here?

How did she find me?

Just as I was about to ask her intentions, the bell rang, and this time, it was my pizza. The delivery guy handed me the hot box, thanked me for the tip, and left, not a flash of recognition in his gaze.

That was becoming rare these days, and I missed it.

The downside to becoming a famous athlete was the fame that was attached to it. Everyone knew who I was and wanted a piece of me that I wasn’t willing to part with.

“You must think I’m a stalker,” she started, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt—the one I’d been standing here wondering how to get off. “Well, I guess I am. I mean, I found you, right?” She was rambling again.

“I have to admit I’m pretty damn curious, sweetheart.” Placing the hot cardboard box of pizza on the counter, I flipped open the lid. “Hungry?” I looked away from the cheese pizza to see her tongue dart out and lick her lips.

Grabbing two plates from the cabinet, I put two slices on one for her and four for me. Quietly handing her the plate without her confirmation, she smiled, the hint of a dimple appearing in the corner of her mouth.

“Did you hear my stomach?” She blushed, eyes downcast.

“Could hear it outside the door.” She giggled at my lame joke, and damn, if I didn’t like that. I wanted her to laugh at all my jokes.

“Right, of course, you could. How silly of me.” We took a seat at my kitchen counter, where the invitation to my brother’s wedding was sitting.

The invitation I had opened before calling Luke for a Hail Mary. I needed a date.

She glanced at the invitation, her eyes skimming the lines, and then, she smiled. “Your brother?”

I nodded, mouth full of the greasy pizza. Emotion swam in her eyes. She swallowed and then took a small bite from her food.

“You don’t like weddin’s?” I asked, hopping off the barstool to grab a beer from the fridge. “Want one?” She shook her head quickly, so I offered her the only can of soda I had in the fridge, and she nodded.

“Haven’t been to many, honestly. I was hoping I’d be married by now.”

“Me neither. Just my two brothers’. Why aren’t you married?” Sliding the can to her, she snapped it open and took a long sip.

“Starting to think there isn’t someone out there for me. What’s your excuse for the single life?”

“Been too focused on my career. There hasn’t been time for a girl, too. Y’all are high maintenance.” She scoffed.

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