AMAYA'S POV
I sat on the bed weakly as Logan left the room.
Did he just see my nakedness?
No. No. No.
He was staring at me. He even collected the towel from me.
He saw it. Everything.
"Arrgh!" I screamed, grabbing a pillow.
I hurled it toward the door.
Logan’s mother.
I gasped, covering my mouth with my palm. The reckless human-being award goes to me. What if Logan's mother heard me scream and decided to cut my hair bald?
I need to be careful. Especially since his mother is here with us.
I sighed, trying to push the thought of Logan’s lingering stare out of my head, but it refused to fade. The way he had looked at me... he seemed lost.
I thought he was the one who should be tempted by my body, but I was the one left in shock. His eyes... those eyes of his looked so dark and un
