Page 71 of That Last Secret
I swing the door open and come face to face with Logan, who’s got one hand resting on the doorframe. With one look at him, all the panic coursing through my head is gone.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, keeping my voice low. “You can’t be in here.”
“I’m not in here.” He smirks before taking a small step back, pointing toward the bathroom floor. “You’re in there, and I’m standing out here.” He points at the hallway floor.
“Don’t mock me right now,” I say, placing both hands on my hips.
Logan pauses, his eyes scanning me up and down. My body heats almost instantly under the weight of his stare. As if he can sense it, he averts his gaze down the hall.
“I saw the picture,” he says, facing away from me. “It’s fine, Em. Don’t read too much into it.”
I take a step back as if I’ve been punched in the gut.
“Are you serious right now?” I ask.
Logan turns to look at me again before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. The scent of his cologne fills my senses, making breathing harder.
The thought of my brothers walking by at any second and finding us in this compromising situation makes me want to pass out.
“Logan,” I barely breathe out.
“I’m so serious right now,” he says, finally answering my question.
His body crowds my space, and I take another step back.
“I can’t believe you.” I shake my head with my back against the wall now. “Did we even see the same picture? There’s no way they will not see the same thing I just saw. Hell”—I throw my arms in the air—“there’s no way they won’t see how you were looking at me.”
“The way I was looking at you?” He pauses and takes a deep breath.
I swallow and remain silent because I don’t know if he’s mad at me or the situation.
“The way I was looking at you,” Logan repeats. This time without question. “I’m positive that right before that photo was taken, I told you the same thing I’m going to tell you now. You make it impossiblenotto look at you. I didn’t even want to show up tonight,” he continues, running his hands through his already-tousled hair. “I only did because I knew you would be here.”
My mouth opens in shock. “You told me that night was a one-time thing.”
“I did…” He pauses as he stares at me. “So I need you to stop looking at me before I go back on my words.”
Logan turns to walk away, and the moment his hands land on the door handle, unexpected anger fills me. I know I also agreed to one night, but I’m tired of this push-and-pull.
“Logan,” I call out.
He doesn’t turn around to look at me, instead lifting his head to the ceiling, and I can see the turmoil racing through his head.
“What was that night for you?” I say, and my tone causes him to turn and face me again. “Just another night where you can say you got a girl off? Huh? Everything you said to me before that picture was taken, was that just a way to get me right to where you wanted me before I broke my barriers down and begged you to get me off?”
Something in Logan snaps. He takes a heavy step toward me, and both of his hands cup the side of my face, angling my head so my gaze meets his. I lose my breath with his touch and how close his face is to mine.
“Is that what you think, Emiline?”
“I don’t know what to think anymore,” I reply, closing my eyes to avoid his harsh stare. “I don’t know,” I say, the last words barely above a whisper.
Laughing from the kitchen breaks us from our bubble, and we both remember we’re in Marc and Avery’s bathroom.
“You should go,” I tell him. “Please.”
He turns around to leave but stops himself. “Everything I’ve ever said to you was the truth, Em.” His voice is soft and sincere this time. “You weren’t just another woman to me that night.”