13. Devil

I knocked on Logan's door, biting my bottom lip in worry, hoping he wasn't sleeping. I shift my weight from one leg to the other, debating whether to knock again because there was no response from the other side. As I raised my knuckles again, I was relieved to hear the sound of the lock turning before he opened the door. I gulped as I saw what was in front of me. Logan was shirtless, rubbing a towel through his silky hair. His muscles shook beneath his skin. I swallowed and cleared my throat.

“Yes?” he inquired huskily.

“Uh…” I began, and he raised an eyebrow at my lack of response. I cleared my throat once more before continuing, "The ceiling light in the restroom isn't working." “Would you please look into it?” I spoke softly. Unlike the master bedrooms, which have a plethora of small bulbs in the bathroom, my room, which is one of the guest rooms, has only one ceiling light to illuminate the space above my toilet.

“I'll call someone tomorrow to fix it.”

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