Page 109 of Sins or Secrets
He was the same and he looked at me the same, treated me the same too, but with that obvious line drawn that I put there.
Professional…
The word rang through my mind all day as I reconnected with the boy I’d loved for so long, who’d turned into this amazing man I could get lost in.
We only left the beach at nightfall when it started to rain heavily. We were soaked but still managed to joke around. It was on the way back to the lake house though that I started to think again. It seemed like Logan was too and the air was pregnant with the silence that had worked its way between us.
We seemed to get like this every time it approached that point where we had to say goodbye.
When we got back to the house I was expecting him to say goodbye like time and I almost couldn’t bear it. But, when he hopped out of the van and cut me a pensive stare as he unloaded the bags I wondered if maybe he was finding our goodbyes as hard as I did.
Did I want him to?
I was crazy if I didn’t take note of all the signals he sent me today, and everything he said. It was clear he was still into me and it’s me who’s the problem. My fears. All the things I’m worried about are screwing with me, making me choose to be blind to what’s in front of me.
I do want him. I’m still not sure though if I should have him.
There are work men still around when we walk into the house. They’re packing up for the day.
I like this part of the evening when everyone goes home so I can relax a little. I think I’d like this part of the evening a bit more if I was relaxing with Logan.
We walk into the kitchen and I feel his eyes on my ass again when I bend over to place the little bowls we used in the dishwasher.
Once again I look at him and he doesn’t look guilty for being caught. Unlike today though that playful mood is gone. There’s a dark look of desire in his blue gaze that makes my nerves spike and stomach do somersaults. The wetness gathering in my core has nothing to do with swimming in the sea. It’s an insatiable arousal that only he can satisfy.
I break eye contact for a second and bring my hands together, nervously. I don’t want him to go, but if he stays I know what will happen.
“Do you want something to eat?” I ask. I can at least offer him food. We’ve been out for hours. Even though the lunch we had was a feast, he’s a big guy and I’m sure he’s starving.
“Yes,” he answers.
I smile, excited he’s agreeing to stay a little longer. “What do you want to eat?”
A flash of heat flickers in his eyes as he looks at me and leans against the wall.
“You,” he replies and I almost choke on the nothing in my mouth.
“What?”
Of course this is Logan Savage and answers like that are common with him. I just haven’t heard them in a while.
“You heard me. I basically said I want to eat you, as in eat out your pussy. So it’s best I head home now.” His lip twitches as if that was a joke. Except it’s not. “Unless you want me to stay? That’s what I’ll be doing though if I stay. Just so we’re clear.”
My cheeks heat up so hot I worry the skin might burn off my face. With my lips parted I stare back, willing the words to come. I just don’t know what words to say.
I know what I want to say. I just don’t know what I need to say.
Or, if what I need is truly what I need. It might be what I think I need, which is that whole avoidance thing because of my stupid fears.
He dips his head, mistaking my silence for an answer that I want him to go.
“I’ll see you around Quinn.”
“No,” I answer quickly. “Don’t go.”
The heat in his eyes blaze with wild erotic fire darkening the blue to a molten steal.
“You don’t want me to go?”
