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Logan's brows shot up. "What?"

I would die before I repeat those words again, or at least that's how I felt. "I am pretty sure you heard me," I muttered, slipping under the covers.

"Are you sure?" he asked, moving over to the other side of the bed.

"Would you rather sleep on that thing and curse me tomorrow?" I gestured to the couch, and a smile appeared on his lips, tugging at my heartstrings.

"Okay, if you insist," he raised the covers and slipped under the sheets, joining me. The distance between us was small, and I could feel the heat of his body on mine. My body was too aware of him for me to fall asleep—I couldn't. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and wondering if he was getting any sleep or thinking about the distance between our bodies like me.

Thunder crackled through the walls a few minutes later, causing the motel lights to flicker and go off instantly. Just great. My unease with darkness intensified, prompting me to inch closer to Logan. The clouds had resumed their assault, picking up where they left off earlier. Heavy raindrops scattered relentlessly against the glass window and roof. The curtains billowed in the chilling breeze, sending shivers down my spine and making me feel incredibly fragile. My body trembled involuntarily, and despite pulling the thin sheets higher, I couldn't find much solace.

The rain poured outside. Its aggression was matched only by the lightning that periodically illuminated the room, followed by deafening thunder rolls. Deciding to mitigate the unsettling ambiance, I slipped out of bed and reached for the blinds, hoping to shut out the chaotic scene. However, even as I closed them, the impact was minimal. The turbulent atmosphere persisted, and I felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability.

Logan's response to my discomfort surprised me. Swiftly, he swung his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. His strong embrace enveloped me, pressing our bodies together and evoking a myriad of emotions within me.

Confused and uncertain, I mustered the courage to question his actions. "What are you doing?" I managed to murmur, attempting to pull away. Yet, he resisted, refusing to let me go.

"I'm trying to keep you warm," Logan replied softly when I kept pulling away, his voice laced with sincerity. "But if you don't want me to, then..." He trailed off, sliding his arm off my waist and instantly leaving me with an acute sense of loss. "...I won't."

His words hung in the air, and as I felt the absence of his touch, I realized how much I craved it. I hesitated for a moment, torn between the instinctive desire to push him away and the burgeoning realization that I needed him.

"You should," I was quick to say. "I'm freezing," I added in a whisper, praying he could not hear the desperation in my voice as I moved closer until there was no space between us.

I couldn't make out his face in the dark, but I could hear the strain in his breath as he wrapped his arm around me, and I felt the warmth of his body radiate through mine. The cold dissipated in seconds, and my body now burned on the inside—the ache building between my thighs. Logan's arm on my waist was driving me crazy, my body was aching so badly, and it was taking everything in me not to touch him. I moved closer to him, pressing myself against him and relishing in his masculine scent.

This was going to be a long night.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Logan

The weight of my throbbing dick in my pants, threatening to rip my briefs, woke me in the morning. It was nice to know that last night wasn't a dream. Harper was really in my arms, fast asleep and looking like a cute toddler. I watched her, brushing the tendrils off her forehead and fighting back the urge to kiss her and have her—I wanted to, more than anything.

It was slowly killing me to have her so near and be unable to touch her. I traced a line down her cheek with the tip of my finger and tilted her chin, brushing my lips on hers. The action made me even more tense and hungry for her. With a heavy sigh, I slipped out of bed and hastily threw on my clothes, heading out of the room to cool down the tension inside me.

"Good morning," Haley greeted me warmly as I strolled out of the room to the front desk.

"Hey, Haley. Morning. How are you?" I asked, moving to the counter where she stood.

"You remember my name," her smile deepened, a blush crawling it’s way up her cheek.

"Of course I do. It was just last night."

Her face reddened even more. "So, how was your night? Did you like the room?" She asked, tucking her hair behind her ear while she spoke.

"It was okay. Not bad," not the motel in particular, nothing that involved Harper could ever be bad.

"Thank you, and don't forget to leave a review on the online page."

"I will be sure to do that."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," I replied. "Where are the other guests?"

"Probably holed up in their room because of the cold…doing, you know…" she laughed.

Oh! I thought. "Anyways, I've been meaning to ask. Do you run this place yourself?"

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