Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Oh, sorry. It’s not that, it’s just….nothing,” I say, having to stop myself from blabbing about my virginity. “That doesn’t explain why you slept on my lounge though?” I question.
“Well,” he says leaning back against the counter with a smirk that just doesn’t seem to be disappearing. “After you mauled me, I could hardly walk so you insisted I come in for a bit and then you wouldn’t let me out of your apartment.”
“How so?”
“You sat on me,” he states bluntly.
My whole world comes crashing down around me as embarrassment and mortification practically kill me. “I’m so sorry,” I tell him with a cringe.
"I enjoyed it," he says with a wink. "Anyway, you fell asleep on me so I took you to bed but I couldn't work out where you keep your pyjamas… so, yeah," he says indicating to the shirt.
My mouth drops open in shock. “You dressed me?” I shriek.
“Yup,” he says proudly.
“You didn’t look, did you?”
“Are you serious?” he questions. “Of course, I did.”
I can’t help but laugh. I should have known better. “Well… thanks for mostly being a gentleman. You didn’t have to do all that. You could have just dumped me at the door like most men would have.”
He steps forward and reaches towards me. Once again, I find myself frozen on the spot. His fingers trail down the side of my face, making me catch my breath. “I wouldn’t do that. Not to you.”
I stand like as statue as I try to make sense of his words. “I don’t understand you, Logan.”
“You will, baby,” he says. “Just give it time.”
“I’m not your baby,” I tell him.
“Oh, but you are,” he says as I catch sight of his watch.
I grab his wrist and take a better look at the time. My eyes widen in shock as I realise I’m supposed to be somewhere. “Shit, I’m late,” I shriek. “You gotta go.”
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“I’m supposed to be meeting my brother,” I tell him as I try to push him out the door.
“Cool, I’ll come along,” he says.
“Ha,” I scoff, imagining how that would go down with Brendan. “No chance in hell.”
He lets out a laugh as I finally get him to the door. “Yeah, I thought that was a long shot,” he says as he turns in the doorway to look at me. “You going to give me my shirt back?” he questions.
I look down at myself before looking down the collar of the shirt and realising I have no bra on. “You expect me to just take it off right here?”
“That would be nice,” he says with that signature grin.
“No,” I say, “I’d rather keep it.”
He watches me for a short moment. “I’ll see you around, Elle,” he says before turning and heading down the hallway, leaving me an absolute mess of emotions.
Crap. What just happened?
I don’t have time to think it over as I race through a shower and put Louie back in his cage. Before I know it, I’m in my beat-up old car, rushing down the highway, trying my hardest not to break any road rules in the process.
I pull up at my brother’s rehab facility and give myself a moment to breathe. Coming here is always so hard as it reminds me of everything we have lost, but then, it’s a place where we try to get a little bit of ourselves back, well, for Brendan that is.
His spinal cord was damaged during the car crash that killed the rest of our family and he has been in a wheelchair ever since. But six months ago, while we were having breakfast, his big toe moved. He didn't feel it, so we're damn lucky Louie had shit on the floor and I was on my hands and knees scrubbing it while it happened.
So here he is, in a rehab facility, draining any and all spare funds that I have while he works on regaining some movement in his legs. It’s hard financially but it’s so worth it. Though, the new job is certainly going to help with that which is a major part of the reason I can’t risk losing it.
I rush on inside and down the hallway until I come to Brendan’s room. “Hey, little brother. How are you?”
“You’re late,” he says with narrowed eyes. “You’re never late. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I say defensively. “I over-slept.”
“You were with a guy, weren’t you? I bet it’s that Logan guy. The Captain,” he accuses. “I told you not to go there. He has a reputation.”
“Chill out, dude,” I say. “Nothing’s going on between me and Logan. I went out to a club with Jaz last night,” I tell him, not wanting to worry him.
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“So, how come you blush every time I mention his name?” he questions.
“Shut up. There’s nothing going on.”