Page 75 of A Dash of You

“Hey what’s up?” I ask jokingly as our bodies touch front to front. His arm fully wrapping around me. “Sorry I woke you. Apparently, my clumsiness made an appearance.”

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

Oh.

“You were just on the floor. In the dark.” I wiggle out of his warm embrace and stand. Him following.

On the floor near the couch, there’s a pillow and a blanket that’s way too small for him.

“If you woke up in the middle of the night, I wanted to make sure you weren’t scared. Being in a new place and all.”

Even though I can’t make out his eyes right now, I’m staring directly at them.Inthem because when Logan shows me more of who he is… I fall deeper and deeper.

“You laid on the hard floor, in the dark, just to make sure I wouldn’t be scared?”

His throat bobs deliciously. “Yes.”

Oh, man.

“Jesus, Logan. You’re making this—”

“Lana made it home safe. Didn’t think it was worth waking you. Especially since you seemed so tired.”

I was going to say… he is making this extremely hard to resist him.

The tall shadow being cast around us brings me comfort as I peer up at him with a nod.

“I was actually going to the bathroom when I tripped over you.”

“Oh. Right.” Logan steps to his right the same time I step to my left, nearly colliding with one another. Then we both zig when we should have zagged.

“Okay. I’m going this way. You go that way.”

“Good idea,” he grumbles, our arms brushing skin to skin when I’m finally able to slide by.

Coming back downstairs, Logan is now sitting on the sofa. The table side lamp is creating perfect shadows and light reflecting off his chiseled face.

I take a deep breath and strut around the couch, sitting down next to him. His arms resting on his knees.

“Sora. Can I ask you something?” The suddenness in his question makes my heart unsteady. Is he going to ask more about what I am running from?

Unsure of the time but knowing falling back asleep is nearly impossible, I nod.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” There’s hurt in his voice.

The blood rushes to my feet as his question completely throws me off guard.

I turn my body toward him. “No. Of course not. You don’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I’ve never felt more…”

When his eyes locked with mine, the hurt slowly departs, and his slight smile makes me smile.

“I’ve never felt more at ease. I mean, I did fall asleep in your chair playing Monopoly. That must count for something, right?”

His eyes brighten with the side of his mouth turning upward.Thank God.I love his smirk. His smile. His laugh. Everything.

I breathe in before adding, “If I were to dream of a place I feel the safest, it’d be anywhere with you.”

There’s a brief flash of satisfaction and surprise before the tension in his shoulders relaxes and he drops his gaze to the floor. “I’ll let you sleep.” He rises off the couch, heading upstairs even though I wish for him to stay.

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