Sophia turned to check on Logan; his muscular, toned back was facing her. Logan lay still. Sophia moved closer to him and slowly placed her palm on his shoulder. “Logan,” she called out again, softer.
Sophia's touch was soft and cold, exactly what his body needed at the moment. Instinctively, he slowly closed his eyes, absorbing all the pleasing sensations he could from her touch. “I shouldn't be doing these,” he thought.
Noticing Logan didn't protest at her first touch, Sophia gently rubbed her palm on Logan's back, her palm surfing his hard, rigid muscles. “Am sorry, Logan. I never meant that, I said it out of anger.” Sophia said, her voice low and apologetic.
“Am sorry too” Logan said, his husky voice boomed around the room.
“Maybe she wasn't as bad as I thought, and I was the one b
