Chapter 12

Dinner with Brianna

I'm not talking but I'm looking at him after our heated mindblowing wild sex. Logan and I were both quietly getting dressed in our clothes that were scattered everywhere.

I feel it. I know he's still glancing seriously in my direction while I'm fixing and buttoning my white collared top and my skirt, and also I put on my shoes with long heels.

Even though I feel a little shamed still I continued and hastened my moves in front of him. When I'm done dressing I slightly faced him. But still, I want to avoid his fiery eyes. I'm ashamed of myself. That's the aftermath of my twiggy body reaction.

I clear my throat. "Can I use your comfort room?"

He stared intently into my eyes and then nodded softly. "It's over there," he sniffed the direction of the bathroom.

After I get an answer, I immediately turned around and headed in the direction he pointed.

I look at myself in the huge size mirror. I sigh heavily and I shake my head feeling disappointed.

Be his bed warmer? Damn!