Page 61 of Accepting Fate
A very sleepy Logan answers after a few rings. “Hello?” It comes out more like a question.
“Good morning, pretty girl. Did I wake you?”
She doesn’t respond right away but when she does, she is clearly confused as to what is going on.
“Huh?”
Damn, she’s fucking adorable when she’s sleepy.
Chuckling, I try again. “Hello, my beautiful girl. Wake up. I’m on my way.”
She yawns. “Okay.”
I reach my bike and settle on it. “See you soon. I’m bringing food.”
Shortly after, I’m pulling up to Logan’s house.
Taking off my helmet, I use my foot to put the kickstand down.
It’s quiet here, just like my house. If all goes well today, I can imagine Logan and I spending nights out here sitting next to a fire.
When I knock on the door, my impatience kicks in. I want to hold her. I need to touch her.
Logan opens the door and I’m fucking speechless. She’s standing in the doorway, in my sweatshirt from last night and a pair of tiny ass shorts that barely peek below the bottom of the sweatshirt. I’m torn. I want to rip all her clothes off and explore every inch of her body, but I love seeing her in my clothes.
But that’s not the part that has my dick hardening in my fucking pants. She has black rimmed glasses on and her hair in some knot on top of her head.
Fucking hell, she looks sexy as fuck in glasses.
I close the distance between us. “Hi, pretty girl,” I say then kiss her gently even though my dick is screaming at me to be anything but gentle with her.
Pulling back, I stroke my thumb against her cheek. Her lashes flutter as she stares up at me with sleepy dazed eyes.
“Hi, Bear.”
Moving to the side, she lets me in and shuts the door. She goes through the same locking procedure minus the door handle stopper. She’s more relaxed this time, almost like she’s doing it without realizing it.
She brushes past me as I take my shoes off and set my helmet on the table next to the door.
I meet her at the kitchen island and take out the burritos. Her eyes go wide and a big smile spreads across her face. Logan holds her arms out towards me and makes grabby hands at the food.
Acting like I’m going to give it to her, I hold it out and at the last second, I pull back. “Not so fast.”
Logan’s excitement fades, and she makes a very angry pouty face as she glares at me.
“How did you sleep?” I ask.
“Fine. Give me food,” she says while trying to grab the food again.
I hold it high over my head. “Love the detail, babe. Say please.”
“Please,” she growls, jumping up to grab the food. A wince rockets through her body. She tries to hide it, but the shy expression on her face tells me she knows she’s been caught.
My mood shifts and I lower my arm. Pointing at the couch, “Sit.”
She opens her mouth to protest but I cut her off. “Ass on the couch. Now.”
Logan slowly walks towards the couch, massaging her lower back. I’m glad I caught it now or she would have pretended the entire day she wasn’t in pain.