Page 75 of Whenever You Call

“It’s perfect.”Just like you.“Thank you.”

“The next time you thank me, I’m going to do something to make you dislike me.”

I looked away quickly, hoping he didn’t see the blood that rushed to my cheeks or hear my racing heartbeat at the thought of being ‘punished’ by a man like him.

“I’m just going to change,” he said, clearing his throat as though he’d only just realized how suggestive that had sounded. “I won’t be a minute.”

True to his word, he was quick, and when he returned, a wave of freshness followed him. I inhaled it into my chest, allowing it to calm me.

But then I realized he was shirtless, wearing nothing but shorts, and any hope of staying calm evaporated. My eyes raked down over the ridges and valleys of his abs before rising back up to take in his tanned chest, broad shoulders, and impressive biceps. His skin was clean, not a tattoo in sight, just a small smattering of hair across his chest that made me swallow the tight knot in my throat that had come out of nowhere.

Damn.

There was no way he missed my staring, either. The air had been sucked out of the room, and I had to break the spell he’d put me under, even if I wanted to spend the entire night just…lookingat him.

I cleared my throat subtly. “Do you have anything I could change into?”

He looked down at my workout leggings that I hadn’t put to use, and his eyes lingered on the profile of my ass for just a moment before he looked up at the cropped tank top I wore beneath a flowing, thin, blush cardigan.

“Nothing that would look better than you already do,” he said, immediately scowling and turning away to find something in a small chest of drawers against the wall at the far end of the room.

“Logan?”

“Yeah.”

“Never mind.”

He pulled a T-shirt out, along with a loose pair of shorts, turning to face me with a straight face.

“What?” he asked, walking over and handing me the clothes, our fingers brushing each other’s in the exchange.

“Am I… do you think I’m attractive?”

His brows rose. “Excuse me?”

“Am I attractive? Do you think I’m—”

“Jesus, Hannah, what kind of question is that?”

I wilted under his outraged expression for just a second, convinced I’ddefinitelycrossed the line, only for him to huff out a breath of laughter.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Well…”

Before I could finish, he closed the gap between us, his eyes staring down into mine as he ran his knuckles over my warm, puffy cheek. “You’re a ten and nothing less. Even with tear tracks down your cheeks, which I fucking hate to see, you’re a ten. Whoever or whatever makes you feel less than that isn’t worth a moment of your time. Not even a thought. So, yes, you’re attractive, and that might be the craziest question anyone has ever had to ask me.”

Goosebumps flared to life all over my body, making my nipples tighten, my toes tingle, and my head spin. Strange sensations flooded me, ones I hadn’t felt in far too long.

That was the thing about Logan. He used such simple words, yet they landed powerfully every single time.

In a moment of stupidity, my eyes drifted down to his lips. He saw it, too, which meant he must have felt the desire I had to plant my mouth on his in a way I hadn’t yet dared myself to.

Last night in bed with him had almost been too much. Doors had been opened that should have stayed closed. But still… I couldn’t get those lips out of my mind.

Kissing him would be the end of us—this. Whatever this was. I wasn’t ready for that. I needed him too much. I relied on him for moments like these that assured me it was possible to bring my body back to life after so long of feeling lost.

Clearing his throat, Logan took a step back, his hand rising to rub the back of his neck again. “I’ll give you a minute. Go, change, and when you come back out, we’ll order pizza and watch a movie.” He allowed his eyes to find mine again. “If that’s what you want to do, I mean.”

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