Olivia's POV
I stepped into my apartment on Sunday morning, feeling like I'd run a marathon. A very pleasurable, clothing-optional marathon. My legs were wobbly, and I had a goofy grin plastered on my face that I couldn't shake.
"Home sweet home," I muttered, tossing my keys onto the coffee table. The familiar sight of my apartment contrasted sharply with the opulent mansion I'd just left. It felt like I'd stepped out of a fairy tale and back into reality.
I flopped onto my couch, wincing slightly as my body reminded me of the weekend's... activities. My muscles ached in places I didn't even know existed. Christopher had undoubtedly given me a workout, not the kind you'd find at a gym.
I grabbed my phone, my thumb hovering over Logan's name. Guilt gnawed at my insides, but I pushed it down. I tapped out a quick message:
"Hey, you awake?"