My throat feels tight. Words are dangerous. Have to keep my mouth shut.
Logan's being so tender. So sweet. Caring and loving and darling. The perfect partner, the kind of guy every woman would swoon over if I told them how well he treats me…
And I'm fucking furious.
The mattress shifts as he stands. "Are you hungry? I'll order some food. The room service here is excellent."
"Sure."
The word sounds like the last yodel of a dying cat, but he doesn't seem to notice anything wrong as he walks away.
Muscles ripple under his tanned skin, and I press my tongue against my teeth, my irritation once again abated by the pure sex the man oozes.
Yeah. Focus on his pretty man-body. Don't be that girl. You're not a crazy, clingy, neurotic girlfriend. You've never been one before, and you don't need to start now.
Yes.
Good pep talk.
I'm doing great.
