Page 66 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

Towels.

Did I have any?

I wracked my brain, trying to remember the first hour I’d been here and had peeked into every nook and cranny of this place.

Where had I seen them?

My eyes snapped to the closet. “Yeah, I have one.” I sprinted across the room, grabbed a white fluffy bundle from the corner shelf, and went to the bathroom door. “Here you go.”

Logan’s bare, dripping-wet arm reached out.

Yup, there were some lean muscles under there, and if I had to guess, they probably covered his torso as well.

Our fingers brushed as he took the towel. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” I went to turn away, but his head replaced his arm.

“You’re a life saver.” Then he winked at me.

He’d never done that before, and I found it insanely intimate. Maybe because behind that door he didn’t have any clothes on, but that wasn’t the only reason.

“Get some earbuds,” Rachel hissed from my phone. “It’ll take him a couple of minutes to dry off.”

I scrambled to do so, not noticing until that moment just how weak my knees were. By the time my shaking fingers got one earbud in place, I’d collapsed onto the bed.

Rachel pointed at me through her camera. “You nod yes or no.”

I nodded yes.

“Is this feeling you have more than your flirting feeling?”

I nodded yes again.

“Do think he’s just flirting now?”

I shook my head no.

Brooke spoke. “What’s holding you back? The physical distance between California and Alaska?”

Yes.

“Do you want to do a long-distance relationship?” Rachel asked.

I shrugged.

“Has he asked you about it?” Brooke asked.

No.

“Have you brought it up?”

No.

“Do you want to bring it up?” Rachel stared hard at me.

I took a moment to think. Asking him about it would solidify the fact that I wanted things to change. It could mess up what we had. This was the age-old argument against sharing your feelings with a guy.

However, I did want to talk about it. I was a little afraid that because Logan hadn’t brought it up that it was just me feeling this way.

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