Until Now

Come Here

“Hey,” Logan kicked off his shoes and climbed beside me on the bed. I mumbled, rolling over to face him. I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting. I yawned, rubbing at my eyes. My fists smeared the makeup deeper into my skin as my eyes scanned across Logan. His eyes were doing the same, raking over my body, inspecting my sleeping situation.

“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.” He joked.

“You said—” My voice trailed off as I frowned. He had said to make myself at home. He, of course, had to go back to work. He dropped me off, guiding me to his bedroom, pointing out the bathroom on the way in case I needed to wash up. I had collapsed on his bed, disgusted with the night’s toll of events. I had decided that I had no energy left in my body to move back down the hall for the sole purpose of washing my face. The black streaks wouldn’t kill me, even if they did make me look like I was dying.

“I know what I said,” He grinned, setting a hand on my covered leg. I whimpered slightly at his touch, closing my eyes again, “I was only kidding. Go back to sleep,”

I squirmed in his bed, shivering slightly. He frowned when he noticed I was wrapped in all of his blankets. “Are you cold?”

I nodded slightly, mumbling, “A little.”

“Here, I’ll find you another blanket,” He stood up, scanning the room. I shook my head, grabbing at his hand dangling beside him. My fingers brushed against his, and he turned, looking down at our hands.

“No, just lay with me.”

“Maisie, I don’t think Jack would—”

“I’m cold, please lay with me.”

He hesitated, biting his lip, which I found to be incredibly sexy. I watched him as he tugged at the edges of his shirt, bringing it over his head. Tossing it into a messy pile on the floor, my eyes darted to his chest, which was complete with a set of abs. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as he climbed in beside me, yanking the covers from me to cover him also.

I frowned, tugging them back. He raised an eyebrow, turning on his side to get a better view. He watched me tug lifelessly at the blankets, while still in a groggy  state of mind.

“Maisie,” He whispered, “Come here.”

Without hesitation, I squirmed and scooted my body across the bed until it was pressing against his. He grabbed the blankets, wrapping me tightly in them. His arms draped across my sides protectively, as I pressed my back into his warm chest. I sighed contently as his warmth moved to heat my frigid skin.

I squirmed around, my eyes opening slowly. Two hands grasped my hips roughly, holding me in place. “Don’t move,” Logan hissed, burying his face into the crook of my neck. His voice jogged the memory of the previous night. Thoughts flooded back to me, and my eyes widened at the recollection of Violet and my disagreement.

“Logan?”

“Hmm?” His husky voice responded.

Even with my back to him, I guessed his eyes were still closed, his body half out of consciousness. I nudged against him, attempting to roll over. His grip tightened, and he let out a soft growl. “It’s early, Maisie. Go back to sleep.”

My eyes wandered the dark walls, shadows falling across them. A small clock rested on the end table, the red digits glowing. It was 7:23. I tried to move again, but his fingers squeezed roughly into my side, as one of his legs snaked across mine, pinning me to the bed.

“Logan,” I whispered again, doubts wandering across my mind. Surely, nothing had happened. As far as I knew, we were both still fully clothed. My memory failed to recall any inappropriate events.