ISABELLA
“You’ll stay the night.”
Logan’s words weren’t exactly a request. He said it with such finality as a closing vault, and as much as I wanted to twist my mouth into something smug and say I had places to be, the truth was, it was late.
I wasn’t exactly keen on battling a city full of drunk drivers and existential dread just to make it back to my shoebox apartment.
So instead, I let out a noncommittal noise, somewhere between a hum and a sigh, and rose from his lap with as much dignity as I could manage.
“Great,” I drawled. “I always dreamed of squatting in a stranger’s luxury suite.”
His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile but was dangerous all the same.
“You’re not squatting.”
“Semantics,” I muttered.
I slipped away from him, my skin still tingling from t
