Now, I was going to be a selfish asshole.
At least for the rest of the night.
I had her close enough to touch, but all I was going to do was look.
It was going to be torture, but it was enough.
For tonight.
Chapter
Five
ARLYS HUNT
I was dreaming.
A dream.
Not a nightmare.
When was the last time that happened?
I was warm.
Wrapped up in heat.
And when I drew in a breath, I smelled... him.
Warm skin.
Cotton shirt.
Stretching, the blanket around my legs loosened and drew one leg up, feeling denim against my skin.
Denim?
Wait.
I opened my eyes and instantly realized that I wasn't in my bed.
Then who-
I tensed, my shoulders tightening.
Shit.
Logan.
The party.
Coming face to face with... him.
I turned on my side, putting my back to Logan.
I need time to think.
Time to remember what happened last night.