Page 20 of One Night Seduction

“Only if you’re a cuddler.” I shrug.

Excitement fills his eyes. “Oh, I’m an excellent cuddler.”

“Are you trying to seduce my daughter, Tyson?” my mom tuts as she moves past us, filling up a cup of coffee.

“Only with her consent, Kelly.”

“Good answer,” she praises, lifting the cup to her mouth as she perches herself on the kitchen island.

I frown as I flip the last pancake. That’s a good answer? Usually, when a mother comes downstairs and finds a man seven years older talking about climbing into bed with her daughter, they’d take issue with it. Not my mom, of course.

Logan emerges a few minutes later, his hair still wet like he just got out of the shower. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that hug his muscles far better than they should.It’s funny. I’ve probably only seen him in jeans a few times. A shame considering how good his ass looks in?—

Nope. Not even going to finish that thought.

My mom swings around to face him, giving him a megawatt grin as she tilts her head to the side.

“Morning, handsome. Did you sleep well?”

He nods. “You?”

“It was alright. I was a little cold, though. I hope tonight will be a little warmer,” she husks in a way that has Ty and I rolling our eyes together.

Logan glances at my mom before pulling out his phone.

“I’m sure we can find you an extra blanket.”

A strangled laugh escapes Ty before he quickly swallows it, plating the hashbrowns just as my Aunt Marissa and Uncle Tom come down the stairs. The twins follow shortly behind them, and we all sit down to have breakfast. Ty tells us story after story about his escapades as a bartender in downtown Seattle. I almost pee myself three times from laughing so hard, and everyone seems to be having a great morning, except for Logan. He’s kept his eyes on his untouched plate the entire time, only offering irritated glances at his brother. I know it’s been years, but I swear they were closer than this. Sure, Ty was always the ‘obnoxious little brother,’ but Logan never had a problem with him. At least not that I realized.

After breakfast, my mom and aunt decide to sunbathe while the rest of us go out on the lake. Uncle Tom brought his boat and some inner tubes, so everyone heads upstairs to get changed into their bathing suits. What we really need are wet suits, because Washington lakes in April are still cold as fuck. The sun shining this bright is deceiving, though, so maybe we won’t actually be that cold, right?

I’m coming down the stairs in my blue bikini when a hand grabs my elbow, pulling me around the corner.

“Hey, what the fuc?—”

My words die on my tongue when I see Logan staring down at me.

Clearing my throat, I pull my arm away from him as I frown.

“What do you want?”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry for how I acted last night. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the minute I figured everything out. I’m just…I’m sorry.”

He winces like the apology is painful, like he’s never had to apologize for anything a day in his life. My guess is he hasn’t. Not when you have his kind of money and power.

“It’s fine.” I shrug.

“It’s not,” he insists, taking a step towards me. When I take half of a step back, he frowns before retreating a bit, giving me the space I desperately need.

He looks down like he’s struggling with his words for a moment before he speaks.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me, like I groomed you or something. I want you to know that what happened between us…if I’d have known…it wouldn’t.”

Why does a pang of hurt twist my stomach at his words? It makes no sense. They are literally my words from last night regurgitated. Yet somehow, in the light of day, I don’t like them at all. They make me feel…too much. Way too much. So, of course, the only logical thing to do is to shove all of that way the fuck down where it belongs.

“Look, I’m sorry too. I flipped out on you yesterday, said stuff I didn’t even mean. I just, it was all…surprising. I didn’t know how to process it, and then you showing up like this?—”

“I know,” he agrees. “It’s not fair.”

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