Allison
When we got home, the clingy Logan who usually couldn't keep his hands off me was gone. Instead, he seemed distant and anxious. It was the exact same look he had earlier, right after my dad told me to leave the room so they could talk in private.
He walked straight past me into the bedroom, showered, and walked back out with just a towel around his waist. Right there in front of me, he dropped the towel to change into his shorts and singlet.
My throat went dry, and I instantly threw my hands over my face. My mind was already racing with thoughts I hated myself for having. His abs were mesmerizing, like they were actively drawing me in.
Peeking through the gaps in my fingers, I caught him looking right at me. A smug, teasing smile broke across his face.
"Is there a reason why
