Did he just .........?





"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I heard him say before he towered over me. My pulse quickens as my fear grows stronger. Oh shit!

I didn't dare to open my mouth for fear of revealing the truth. I clenched my fists around the hem of my T-shirt. My eyes were as big as saucers, and my heart was in my throat. When I remained silent, he grabbed my arm and drew me closer to his bare chest. Logan likes to be shirtless most of the time when he's in his room, and fate loves to put me in these situations. My eyes began to burn slightly.

"Lia, answer me," he chastises, his grip on my arm tightening.

When I looked down at the floor, my eyes welled up with tears. I have no idea why I'm crying!? Maybe it's because I knew I was making a mistake but still went along with it, or maybe it's the fear of being caught red-handed or the fact that everyone here will find out I sneaked into Logan Watson's room in the middle of the night. He connects our eyes by lifting my chin with his two fingers. His eyes glowed with rage, but they quickly softened as tears streamed down my cheeks.

What am I going to say to him? How will I defend my actions? These were the only thoughts that ran through my mind.

"What's the matter with you crying?" In a strained tone, he inquired. Hearing his voice made me cry even harder, with sobs in between. His grip loosened, and I quickly drew my hand back.

"Look at me," he said, cupping my face and forcing me to look into his eyes. My vision was hazy, and his figure swayed. "I-I" My voice breaks up in the middle because I'm sniffling. What's the matter with me?

"Come here," he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and leading me to his bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Logan sat on his knees in front of me, cupping my face in his hands once more.

"Stop crying, love," he said softly. I nodded timidly, wiping my tears away with my hands. I took deep breaths, trying to keep my shaky body and trembling heart under control. He'll despise me even more now! Who wants to have a thief living in their home? I mean, I was only going to borrow the photo for thirty seconds, but still...

"Now look at me," he said, slowly bringing my gaze to his face. I sniffle loudly. "I-I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up," I mumbled softly. All I wanted to do was take the photo from the shelf and give it to an annoying best friend whom I was going to kill if I made it through this!

"Why are you here?" he inquired once more.

Instead, I hiccupped, "I'm s-scared." I'm terrified of what he'll do next! I'm scared shitless of what Natasha and Patrick will think of me now, and what if Grecia finds out? She will despise me as well.

"Did you have any more nightmares?" He inquired, wiping away tears with his thumb. I opened my mouth in surprise, not knowing what to say. Nightmares?

"Did you come to my room for that?" He inquired softly. He assumed I was absolutely petrified because I had a nightmare! In my mind, I weighed his question. Is it better to tell the truth that I came to steal, no borrow, a photo, or to tell the lie that I had a nightmare? I replied with a nod, not realizing how far I was going. However, if you want to survive, it is sometimes necessary to lie!

He exhales heavily before leaning in for a quick kiss on my brow. My heart skipped a beat and I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Is your friend with Patrick?" That's when I thought of Scarlet. I'm sure she bolted as soon as Logan awoke. Bravo to her.

"Y-Yes," I lied once more.

Logan muttered as he stood up, "I knew Patrick would find a way to take her to his room because of the way he flirted with her." I, too, stood. I could tell he wasn't inebriated. Drunk Logan is insane, but he no longer appears to be insane. Screw me! I had completely forgotten about his high tolerance for alcohol.

"I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep," I apologized once more. "I'll leave now," I murmured softly, taking a step to the side.

"No," he said , and I looked at him, puzzled, my nose still running. "You came because you were afraid. "I recommend you sleep here tonight," I blink at him in surprise. Sleep here? With him? In frustration, I bit my lip, wanting to smack myself with the thickest book this world had ever seen. I put myself in a position where I can't reject his offer because he'll see through my lie.

"If that's okay with you," I said, but my brain is screaming for me to back out. Or things could go in a different direction.

Look, brain, I don't have much of a choice here!

He chuckled, "I got no problem, love," he said, and I nervously laughed. Why is he not having any difficulties? He should have so that I could flee right away.

"I'll take the couch," I said, pointing to the sofa in his room, which was pushed up against the large double-hung window. But he frowned and shook his head.

"There is enough room in the bed for both of us." Shit!

"T-That's alright. I can-"

"Lia," he said firmly, and I found myself nodding. "T-Then I'll take the l-left side," I said as I walked around to the opposite side. Then I notice him clenching his jaw and staring at my legs. That's when I realized I was only wearing an oversized superman T-shirt that reached my knees. I grimaced and tried to pull the fabric as far down as I could. He shakes his head, amused, and motions for me to get on the bed.

He then walked over to the door and locked it. That's twice as bad!

I sat awkwardly on the bed, his minty, manly scent immediately filling my nostrils. I made sure there was enough space between us before wrapping his duvet around my body. He turned off the light, and I turned around to face the window, where I could see the moonthrough it.

"Goodnight," he mumbled, and the mattress dipped, raising my heart rate.

"G-Good night," I murmured, hoping that I wouldn't fall asleep too soon so that I could sneak back to my room once he was asleep.

*****

The next morning, I awoke to the movement of someone next to me. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was.

Grey curtains – Check

A Double-hung window through which sunlight enters the room. – Check

A muscular arm wrapped around my waist – Check

Logan's hot breath on my neck – double check

Great I dozed off. I tried to lift his heavy arm off my body slowly and carefully, but it only drew me closer to his chest, nuzzling in my neck. My toes curled in response to the tingling sensation in my neck, causing a shiver to run through my body. With his arm still wrapped around me, I slowly tried to turn around. But with his steel grip, it appeared to be a difficult task.

"Logan," I gently shake his arm. I heard a slight groan before he mumbled something raspy. Screw him for sounding sexy even in bed!

"Your arm...I'm unable to move." He only tightened his iron grip on my body, palms flat on my stomach. My heart rate increased, and my knees trembled. Heck!

"Go back to sleep," he rasped, turning to lie on his back. I tried to get up but was immediately dragged down to his chest.

"I told you to go to sleep. "It's still early in the morning," he groaned, wrapping his arms around my waist once more. My head was on his bare chest, and my hair was strewn in front of me.

"B-But…"

"Shh…I'm tired," he said, cutting me off. Logan isn't a clingy type, based on the days I've spent in the mansion. He appears to be doing this on purpose. He seems to want to keep touching me, to keep me close to him.

I soon heard him snoring lightly. Great! I can't get up or fall back asleep because of how my body reacts to him in his grip. All tense and turned on! I remained there for a few moments, listening to his steady heartbeat. To pass the time, I traced his six packs slowly, memorizing all the edges and curves. I've only seen those in movies or pictures; now that I have the opportunity in real life, why not take advantage of it?

I scanned the room lazily and noticed a black permanent marker on the nightstand, which sparked an evil thought. I pondered the idea for a moment, but then I reasoned, why shouldn't I? I should exact my vengeance for yesterday. He caused me so much pain, so I'm just going to give him a small retaliation.

I cautiously extended my hand and removed the marker from the stand. I traced my thumb across his face slowly to ensure he was sound asleep. I smelled the marker after opening it.

God! How much do I adore that scent?

Biting my lower lip in concentration, I drew a face resembling mine on his chest, near his heart. Mom always said I had the drawing ability of a four-year-old, and when I look at my masterwork, I don't disagree. The nose was shaped like a 'c,' and one eye was small and the other was large, both without lashes or a brow. My first thought for hair was wavy, but it turned out curly. Whatever it is, it is more than enough to agitate him.

I slammed the lid shut and returned it to the nightstand. With my left hand supporting my head, I observed how the face I drew on his chest moved up and down as he breathed. I couldn't stop myself from laughing and let out a soft giggle.

"What are you laughing about?" I looked up when I heard his voice and saw his one eye open to look at me. I nibbled on the inside of my cheeks.

"You sleep strangely," I said. Let him discover my masterpiece on his own. He rolled his eyes before gently pushing me up. He walked to the restroom, stretching his arms to relieve the tension in his strained muscles. Should I flee or should I remain? If I stay, I'll be able to see his outburst, but what if he vents his rage on me? That's not a good idea.

I yanked the duvet off my body and dashed to the door. A loud bang startled me, and I turned to see him glaring at me, his face flushed and fist balled. I gulped silently and quickly unlocked and opened the door.

I jumped as a hand from behind slammed the door shut, my eyes closed. Dang, it.

"Turn around" He sure does sound agitated.

In response, I shook my head. "Lia, fucking turn around before I slam you against the door," he said into my ear, his chest almost touching my back. I slowly shifted my weight to face him. I should be scared for my life because he looks so angry, but the drawing on his chest prevents me from doing so.

"Why?"

I mentally smack myself, "I was b-bored." Seriously? Couldn't you think of something better?

"How dare you to mess with me, woman?"

"I didn't expect it to turn out so badly. I promise you, I intended to draw a decent face" instead, I justified my drawing ability "but it turned-"

"Logan?" I was startled by a knock from the other side and jumped two feet high. Logan quickly silenced me by placing a finger on my lips.

"Are you there, L?" Natasha called out, knocking once more. I looked at Logan, afraid of being discovered by her. She was once his girlfriend, and she intends to reclaim the title. Will she be furious to see me in his room at this hour...?

"I'll hide in the restroom," I said quietly, but he just scowled at me. His pointer finger remained on my lips.

"You're not going anywhere," he said harshly back in my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobes. Sweet, sweet mother of cookies!

"But, she"

"If I opened the door only she'd see you," he replied. The knocking continued behind us, and I closed my eyes and bit the inside of my cheeks. Standing so close to the door, the way she bangs on it feels like she's knocking on my backside.

After a while, the knocking stopped and we were surrounded by silence. She walked away. Pheww….

When I opened my eyes, I froze. I could feel his breathing on my lips because his face was so close to mine. His gaze was fixed on my lips, where his finger was still resting. I'm certain he could hear my heartbeat, which was thumping loudly. Then he leaned forward slowly and kissed the top of his finger, which was on my lips. I close my eyes and place my hands on his chest. His lips lingered on mine as if he was waiting for me to push him away.

I pushed him with all my might, and he stumbled backward, a sly grin on his lips. Did he just...

"We're even now," he smirked, pointing to my drawing and then to his lips. I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to scream at him, but he cut me off right away.

"If you raise your voice, I will not hesitate to silence you. This time, my fingers will not be in the way."

What a jerk!

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