31. His teases

Olivia

My hand was still secured around Logan's wrist as I led us to his bed. The fact that it was actually the first time I had sat on his bed. Tell myself not to have any dirty thoughts regarding that. Yet, I did. What would it feel like for Logan to pin me to his bed, trail his fingers over my face, from my cheeks to my lips, down to my earlobes? Tease me with his touches and...

Okay, something was definitely wrong with my head. I mentally scolded myself. I shouldn't be having such thoughts about Logan, at least not when he was staring at me like someone who had had his most important time of the day taken away. "What are you doing?" he said, the same nonchalant expression on his face.

I let out a proud smile. "Your share of the cake," I said proudly.

"I told you already. I don't eat cake."

"But I want you to."

"What does that mean? Is it compulsory for everyone to eat it?" My eyes squinted at him with the way he said it.

I had managed to get everyone to taste the cake. It was actu