Page 24 of Dirty Secrets
“What’s going on? I’m kind of freaking out,” I said slowly, his eyes lifting to mine.
“What do you remember about last night?” he asked as I sat in the chair beside his, taking the pain pills and washing them down with coffee.
“Um, Devon being a prick and trying to convince me to fuck him, then Reid dragged me home.” My eyes went wide as I remembered a little more, groaning. “Oh my God, I think I stripped naked. No wonder Reid left.”
Logan chuckled, but there wasn’t much humor in it. “Yeah, but there’s more.”
“What’s worse than me stripping naked?”
“You, uh, got pretty upset about your body. Asked Reid why he didn’t want to fuck you.” Embarrassment washed through me, and it only got worse when he continued. “And once Reid managed to wrestle a shirt over you and get you in bed, you got handsy. You kind of kissed him.”
I choked on my coffee, putting it on the table in front of me to avoid spilling it.
“I kissed him?” I managed to rasp out as I got control of myself, my face heating.
“Yeah. You cried yourself to sleep when he refused to sleep with you.”
“I can’t believe I did that. I need to apologize, or just die, either option I’m happy with,” I mumbled, taking my head in my hands and resting my elbows on the table. “He must hate me.”
“He doesn’t, he just didn’t want you feeling awkward when you woke up. We didn’t realize you were drunk enough to forget,” he replied, patting my arm. “Besides, it’s not like Reid’s a prude. It didn’t bother him. It was just a kiss.”
“Yeah, a kiss fromme. I’m the last person he wants to kiss.”
He stared at me for a second before snorting. “Sure. Whatever you think. Eat your breakfast, it will help you feel better. Reid’s not upset with you, I promise. He was more worried about how drunk you were. And, Rae? I know sometimes drunk rambles hold some truth, so I just wanted to say that you don’t look like a boy. You’re hot, promise.”
All I heard was that Logan thought I was hot.
“You don’t need to make shit up to make me feel better, but thanks,” I said quietly, making him frown.
“I’d never lie to you.” I gave him a look, and he cringed. “Well, I won’t lie to you about that. The street racing stuff was different.”
I didn't want to fight with him, so I just nodded.
We lapsed into silence as we picked at our food, and I choked on my coffee for the second time when Logan spoke. “If you’re going through some kind of hormone thing where you’re always horny, you could always get toys. I know you probably don’t want big dildos, but maybe a bullet vibrator or?—”
“Oh my God, Logan. Stop,” I squeaked out, and he tilted his head with confusion.
“Why? We’re besties, we can talk about it. I know your period cycle and wash your bloodied sheets sometimes. I think a dildo is fine to discuss. You were only asking about what I like in bed the other day, remember?”
“It’s fucking weird.”
“I’m just trying to help,” he said with a shrug, draining his coffee and thankfully shutting up about it.
The guys got back a few minutes later, my face instantly heating as Reid met my gaze.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, making it worse.
“Embarrassed,” I mumbled.
“She doesn’t really remember any of it,” Logan murmured, making Reid frown at me.
“You blacked out?”
“Yeah. I remember leaving the Pit and flashing you, but that’s about it. Logan filled me in. I’m so fucking sorry,” I blurted out, but he shook his head.
“It’s fine. Can we talk in private?”
I nodded, getting to my feet and following him up to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as he closed the door behind him.